Natalie Cook

There is something to the ritual Of setting some old shit on fire A way of saying this now lives in memory A way of saying it's only a memory There's something to the ritual Of setting a torch to what is gone The vikings did it to honor a memory And now we do it to honor who I used to be Let's say goodbye to Natalie She was 33 Tonight Let's say goodbye to Natalie And her fake IDs She was imaginary Which is why we say goodbye to her And hello to me This is ridiculous Why? I don't see why I have to join your little cremation ceremony You're the one who made her up It was a bit more collaborative than you're remembering All I want right now is the same thing I wanted two weeks ago The truth Why did you lie to me? And why does Natalie Cook exist in the first place? The person who I was On the day you and I met Was deeply ashamed of who she had become So deeply ashamed of what she'd done And when you showed her questions The 36 questions She looked ahead and saw Who she wanted to be She built a past Made up a history Details that fit this person named Natalie Let's say goodbye to Natalie She was 33 On her fake IDs She was real to me I don't expect For you to understand perfectly I loved her, too, as much as you And she'd want you to bury her with me Okay Okay what? Give me the match There is something to the ritual Of setting fire to the lie A way of saying that's one win for honesty What's done is done Tonight I say goodbye to Natalie She was 33 Tonight We say goodbye to Natalie And her fake IDs She was imaginary She was 33 May she rest in peace