| I am so embarrassed
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| My voice is far too deep
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| It’s buried in the ground
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| Sound like the demon
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| The demon needed me to be
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| Now you know it to be found
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| What’ll be, be, be, mourned
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| I am so embarrassed
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| Shadows layer the corners of my smile
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| They will not go away
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| It’s too much work
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| To be the monster and miss you too
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| Why didn’t you just stay?
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| I’m annoyed with clothes today
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| I’d rather swaddle myself in sorrow today
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| I don’t want to be small, small, sad
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| I want to be big, big, sad
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| I want to make a pageant of my grief
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| Cut out our better half and carry your side everywhere with me
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| Yes I do, yes I do
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| I’m not through you yet, I’m never through you again
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| I’m sure my friends are tired of me talking about you
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| But it’s a gift, it’s a gift to miss you
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| What kinda lover would I be
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| If i didn’t properly grieve?
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| I’ll miss you, I miss you
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| What’ll be, be, be, mourned |