the Latter

Cancer has me under its reign.
I'm a survivor only to the dead,
Not to this world I so openly feign.
Well if you could put the match back in the box
And the needle back in the hay,
I'd represent my life more modestly.

I could Stoop to your low
Or climb to new heights.
I'll take the latter.
If it's not better,
I'm a liar.
I'm a liar.
Just kidding.

Disease has me leaning on its cane.
I'm the successor of an ill king,
Not to the smuggest of moarning pains.
Well if you could put the gas back in the ground
And the gray back in the rain,
I'd develop my life more honestly.

I could Stoop to your low
Or climb to new heights.
I'll take the latter.
If it's not better,
I'm a liar.
I'm a liar.
Just kidding.

I'm climbing and you're pulling
me down and through your ground.
I'm climbing my way out from under you!

I could Stoop to your low
Or climb to new heights.
I'll take the latter.
If it's not better,
I'm a liar.
I'm a liar.
Just kidding.