Margot watched me singing in the kitchen, tears streaming down my face.
Days into weeks and then months into years
I floated your bones on a pond of my tears
All my misgivings and all of my fears
Packaged up neatly, I hope the check clears.
Why not make merry… for those who no longer can
Sidle past everything scary
Nod when folks say it was part of God’s plan
Reason behind me and reason ahead
Why should death fill me with cowardly dread
You’ll be past caring, yes that’s what you said
And left behind legions of mourners instead.
Why not make merry… for those who no longer can
Sidle past everything scary
Nod when folks say it was part of God’s plan
