"So

while

you're

fi-

xing

up

your

bed

So

while

you're

or-

ga-

ni-

zing

dra-

wers

Could

you

just

li-

sten

to

the

prob-

lems

had

With

prob-

lems

of

yours?

And

what's

that

note

you're

wri-

ting

there?

Why

are

you

gi-

ving

me

this

back?

This

was

a

gift

from

when

we

met

Back

when

you

weren't

so

up-

set"

I

called

in

sick

from

your

fu-

ne-

ral

The

sight

of

your

bo-

dy

made

me

feel

un-

com-

for-

ta-

ble

I

could-

n't

re-

cog-

nize

your

shell

Your

bran-

ching

off

had

met

an

end

From

all

the

weight

that

made

you

bend

And

when

you

tried

to

shed

your

leaves

You

pined

for

warmth

as

they

said

"Your

lack

of

love

for

your

dear

self

Is

sap-

ping

all

of

us

here

out!

Trace

your

roots

back

to

the

ground

Work

out

the

kno-

tholes

for

your-

self"

I

called

in

sick

from

your

fu-

ne-

ral

The

sight

of

your

fa-

mily

made

me

feel

re-

spon-

si-

ble

And I

found

the

notes

you

left

be-

hind

Lit-

tle

hints

and

help-

less

cries

Des-

pe-

rate

wishing

to

be

o-

ver

You

said

you're

trapped

in

your

bo-

dy

And

ge-

tting

dee-

per

e-

very

day

They

di-

ag-

nosed

you

born

that

way

They

say

it

runs

in

your

fa-

mily

A conscious

e-

ra-

sure

of

wor-

king-

class

back-

ground

Where

des-

pair

trick-

les

down

Im-

ba-

lanced

che-

mi-

cal

crutch

O-

pen

up,

swa-

llow

down

You

said

"Re-

mem-

ber

me

for

me

I

need

to

set

my

spi-

rit

free"

I

called

in

sick

from

your

fu-

ne-

ral

Tra-

di-

tion

of

clo-

sure

near-

ly

felt

im-

pos-

si-

ble

I

should

have

ne-

ver

gave

my

word

to

you

Not

a

cry,

not

a

sound

Might

have

learned

how

to

swim

But ne-

ver

taught

how

to

drown

You

said

"Re-

mem-

ber

me

for

me"

I

watched

you

set

your

spi-

rit

free