in grief, my body will shut down sleep twenty-four hours straight through and your boyfriend will stay the night and your parents will fight and embarrass you
the truth is so hard to share because the truth is so hard to bear we don't want to burden those who we care about we just want our sorrow out
and you'll reach for the bedside light in the middle of the night and wake me up and you'll say you've had a bad dream and you wish you could come clean of all the things you've done
but the truth is you're at the mercy of man and god the indifferent, he doesn't give a damn he's got his own life ahead of him he's got his own shit to deal with
so please, keep your best dress on and sing every good song that pops in your head because life is an uphill climb to a rapid decline and then you're dead