I woke up dead
I think I called the proper people they refused to send an ambulance
So I put on my best and only suit
And walked a couple miles to that decrepit tree where I kissed you
And carved out a shallow grave
Oh the irony when you said to me you're going off the deep end,
You're insane
I crawled along feeling safe,
Diving into my hard work I dream of buzzards picking off my face
But those broken birds never came,
And almost thankfully neither did the rain.
I dug out the dirt from my eyes stretched my limbs no longer phantom or in pain
that stupid music fills my heart and I start to sing
That song you hated I scream out loud half remembering
Home I where I want to be
Pack me up and turn me round
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground,
Head in the sky
It's ok, I know nothings wrong, nothing
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