As they lowered my body into the ground
I hoped it was fleeting
When they piled the dirt on and patted it down
My hope was retreating
If I could send a message to them
I’d ask them politely not to do it again
They’d throw their skulls back and let out a yell
And send me down to the bowels of hell
Warm regards
As they stomped on the casket and set it on fire
My luck was concluding
And they couldn’t wait to finish so they could retire
To take on their brooding
Guilty and guileless, they stuck to the plan
When I couldn’t take it, I cut and I ran
They’ll tail me forever if that’s what it takes
To make me pay for their parents’ mistakes
I don’t want to deal with your warm regards
I’m not an expert but I can predict
The monster inside of us and what makes it tick
I dream of its movements, built a map in my head
But that doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m already dead
Please feel free to leave me alone
And don’t you ever come back
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