Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughtsnThursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawnnWeeping about your skin, in your sleep you just slid it offnJust so you could get dressed up in thisnYour nightgown of oak, your ribbons of rootsnIs there nothing you want from me now, no help I could give but to lower you down?nOh all your friends standing by waving greedy goodbyesnI've got nothing now I want to saynYou wouldn't talk back anywaynAnd you know we won't do what you wanted us tonThere ain't nothing here to celebratenWe're all worse of without younAt that feast in some two star hotelnI'm circling the room and mingling half stunnednNauseous with the truth of it allnKnowing here the whole time this won't really fadenNow it just stays in our spinesnOh but we're all shaking hands offering condolences nStories of some envied youth, less life threatening more mootnAnd our eyes they all drown, our tongues get wrung outnThere ain't nothing here for us to taste that ain't bitter alreadynThey warn us our reservation is upnIt just seems so cruelnLike the parasites that eat your thoughts your plot gets covered upnBy someone who never even knew younOh then the curtain comes down, the crowd it thins out nThere's no reason now for us to staynAnd we all hurry home, because it won't be long till we're in your placen