Blank, your face depicts a blank stare

And you show no emotion that I can read

And I'm trying to be realistic

But I feel like I'm some strange statistic

You keep on feeding them fodder

You keep on giving them dirt

Well if your lungs tell you no

And your hair says that it's grown a little long

Well I'm trying to confront the feeling

When my grave just looks so appealing

Many say that thought is morbid

They just need more time to think

By the time you call, by the time you write

By the time I'm fed up with the glue in your mouth

I'll be sipping juice

I'm trying to find a good reason

Why I exited life for a season

Hopefully it's not expensive

Maybe it's one great big hoax

Frankly I don't understand it

We'll just all laugh at this joke

When I return, they'll be no flags waving

And no trumpets playing

Just the truth that I learned that their

Lives go on without me there

Makes no difference the 6 months that I shared

With actors, hacks, angels, and witches

They all have their separate quirks

Some of them may be demonic

Others are way beyond worth

Live alone, lived in solitude

Mistaken as rude by more than one

What I had, it was good for me

But you should have seen what I really was