In Lieu of Flowers

Rain on the roof of your parked car Sam, I was fucking afraid I bit the ulcer on my tongue And spilled my guts in your driveway And I've been hollow for so long I figured that's how I'd stay No one's seen me without my clothes on in almost a decade You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off I'm with you 'til the bitter end" Called a club in the village Booked us a three nightstick But if you'd told me to go fuck myself, then I'd get it Eric said that he'd fly out If I could clean up my shit I can't lose you guys again, I swear that I'm gonna fix it You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend" And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off I'm with you 'til the bitter end" Hold on, the wound is gonna mend And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off I'm with you 'til the bitter end Box fan sings in your window You keep averting your gaze Bought you a notebook and a hoodie I know that I missed your birthday And, this time "sorry" don't cut it All I can give you is space But this next year's a leap year So there's time when you're ready If you're ready You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend" And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off I'm with you 'til the bitter end" Hold on, the wound is gonna mend And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off I'm with you 'til the bitter end (one more time!) Hold on, the wound is gonna mend And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off I'm with you 'til the bitter end