Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts
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Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn
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Weeping about your skin, in your sleep you just slid it off
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Just so you could get dressed up in this
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Your nightgown of oak, your ribbons of roots
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Is there nothing you want from me now, no help I could give but to lower you down?
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Oh all your friends are standing by waving greedy goodbyes
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I've got nothing now that I want to say
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You wouldn't talk back anyway
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And you know we won't do what you wanted us to
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There ain't nothing here to celebrate
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We're all worse off without you
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At that feast in some two star hotel
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I'm circling the room and mingling half stunned
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Nauseous with the truth of it all
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Knowing here the whole time this won't really fade
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Now it just stays in out spines
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Oh but we're all shaking hands offering condolences
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Stories of some envied youth, less life threatening more moot
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And our eyes they all drown, our tongues get wrung out
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There ain't nothing here for us to taste that ain't bitter already
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They warn us our reservation is up, it just seems so cruel
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Like the parasites that eat your thoughts your plot gets covered up
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By someone who never even knew you
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Oh then the curtain comes down, the crowd it thins out
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There's no reason now for us to stay
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And we all hurry home because it won't be long till we're in your place
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Willetta
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Dear and the Headlights |