Sometimes we know the ending to our own movies

I’ve done this before,
And I will do it again.
Come on and kill me baby,
while you smile like a friend.
And I’ll come running,
Just to do it again.

It ends with me running toward the gulf. You’re behind me now, somewhere else. And I dive forth into the water and drown in it. Just because find yourself in heaven doesn’t mean you can’t die.