~In Love With A Mortician~
Bury me when I go,
Under a willow tree.
Burn some incense,
to put my spirit at ease.
So I don't return for you.
Stitch my lips up, and curl them into a smile.
So I can't tell the secrets that will reveal your iniquities,
the horrendous things I swore to take to my grave.
Brush my hair, paint my lips, make me look alive.
So that I may suffer your gaze once more
and listen to you ridicule me with a half ass eulogy
about what we weren't and now will never be.
