Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts



Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn

Weeping about your skin, in your sleep you just slid it off

Just so you could get dressed up in this

Your nightgown of oak, your ribbons of roots

Is there nothing you want from me now, no help I could give but to lower you down?



Oh all your friends are standing by waving greedy goodbyes

I've got nothing now that I want to say

You wouldn't talk back anyway



And you know we won't do what you wanted us to

There ain't nothing here to celebrate

We're all worse off without you



At that feast in some two star hotel 

I'm circling the room and mingling half stunned

Nauseous with the truth of it all 

Knowing here the whole time this won't really fade

Now it just stays in out spines



Oh but we're all shaking hands offering condolences 

Stories of some envied youth, less life threatening more moot



And our eyes they all drown, our tongues get wrung out

There ain't nothing here for us to taste that ain't bitter already



They warn us our reservation is up, it just seems so cruel

Like the parasites that eat your thoughts your plot gets covered up

By someone who never even knew you



Oh then the curtain comes down, the crowd it thins out

There's no reason now for us to stay 

And we all hurry home because it won't be long till we're in your place