Come and hear the funeral marching

Maybe this is your suicide

Maybe this is more pure

Pure than simple

Maybe this is all I have for home



Why have all beautiful people

Brushed you on down?

And brushed you on down?



I saw the shame inside your addiction,

Waitin' to see what was passed on by.

I saw the shame and wondered why

I should live, and die.

Leave a note and tell me,

Leave a note and tell me why.