I wonder what
my love has sent me in that box.
I wonder what
my love has sent me in that box.
It seems to me
that nothing changed since she's dead.
There's still a place set for her on my table
There's still a pillow for her on my bed
So tell me what I've done
I need the comfort of the sun
Too long pent up inside
waiting for a vein to burst
I can't take the cedar smell
or is it pine, I know my wood
Talking to ghosts just
doesn't fulfill.
They like pine.
Wine and cigarettes
settled in your Cheerios
Ashes dripping off your lip
Like some circus perversion
Searing, scalding, nothing affecting
Try as I might to restore my feeling
the numb is really pain
Sealing the wound with ash inside
Replace fat with lean muscle
Look good for your afterlife
Have a big sendoff
You never really lived
That box is still in my front hall
waiting for the day I
let them know
That my love is dead.