Death, another waste of plans.nI'm shaking I can't stop my hands.nI'm writing words, but I still lost my voice.nnShoved in the back room with old friends, we had no choice.nI never thought I'd see you here.nnI don't have clothes for days like these.nI never thought they'd come to me.nBut I'm still here.nIt wasn't hell that turned you black.nThe ashes did when you got back.nI'm sorry.nnThe same six at all the shows.nBut now that it's a funeral, the room is overflowed.nSo good of you to finally show support when the admission's free.nAnd the congregation shows their gratitude.nnI don't have clothes for days like these.nI never thought they'd come to me.nBut I'm still here.nIt wasn't hell that turned you black.nThe ashes did when you got back.nI'm sorry.nnWould you have you said Father said you'd say?nIt's hard to set words straight once you're away.nThey made you speak out of your lifeless mouth.nI read words you wrote when you were around.nYou'd want to be a tree, strong in the ground.nAnd you would've saidnnKeep looking where your eyes are looking now