Nirvana

Frances Farmer Will Have Her

It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid

It's so relaxing to hear you're asking whatever you get your way
It's so soothing to know that you'll sue me,

this is starting to sound the same

I miss the comfort in being sad

In a false witness, we hope you're still with us,

to see if they float or drown

Our favorite patient, display of patience,

disease-covered Puget Sound

She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars,

and leave a blanket of ash on the ground

I miss the comfort in being sad