not your cup of tea

we're all gonna die

Dad is calling...
Could she be the sky?
Can she talk enough to suffocate herself?
Maybe she'll spend the next sixty years in silence.
Grandma is calling...
It never felt right.
The hospital says to her; 'this is not what you want.'
Such a funny question, why does she cry?
Did she get enough love?
Friends are calling...
She ignores,
She sits alone,
She is silent,
She waits.
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
Her evil is spreading.
It's hard to wash off.
She can't rise from the dead.
Spend the last night,
When she wished she died,
Look at the Moon,
Kiss her goodnight.