I think this time to think of you,
A happy and joyful thought or two,
I'll set the flowers in your grave,
And slowly deteriorate away.
I'll light your memories on fire,
And as the flames rise higher,
You'll be further away from me,
This is the way it has to be.
You here would be a last and first,
Since you've been gone, everything's gone from bad to worse,
Seeing you like this, cold and pale,
You look so delicite and frail.
I came to your funeral in your favorite black dress,
In those stilletoes you loed on me, but they're adding more stress,
I can't hold myself together in my head,
Wait 10 more minutes and there'll be another death.
So dig up another grave next to your's.
Lay me in a casket,
Close the lid and seal it shut,
And put me down in that dirt basket.
The words engraved on my tombstone,
"Loving soul mate" gave it away,
Those words will always be true,
Because I followed you to the grave. |
