Good Mourning

I went to bed and woke up scarred

He didn't see the crossing guard

I sew his shirts into my own

I was dumb to call him home

Some yearnings better left

Better left alone

So thats my first time being truthful

Hide in the cuckoo at his funeral

Does anyone know when this minute ends?

What a baseless word: accident

You're a pawn, part of some bigger man's sacrament

So how do I go about mourning

He's always here, always reborn

Meaning has never been ours to know

To have

But what could you possibly do here instead?

So go ahead and say the thing

Your frown lines carry so much weight

I know you've hated feeling seen

How hard you work to keep your insides pristine

Nice and neat

Leaving me alone

So how do I go about mourning

He's always here, always reborn

Meaning has never been ours to know

To have

But what could you possibly do here instead?