I had died the tiniest death. I knew you'd miss me once the moment died. You saw my bones out with somebody new. Now I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living. In my defense I have none for digging up the grave another time. Cause we’re still alive killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried. Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses? What if I roll the stone away? They’re gonna crucify me anyway. Oh, what a way to die. You Holy Ghost, you told me I'm the love of your life. But when your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes you took me to hell too and it kills me, I just don't understand how you don't miss me. Fuck it if I can't have him I might just die, it would make no difference. Dancing phantoms on the terrace are they second-hand embarrassed that I can't get out of bed ‘cause something counterfeit's dead? And now I want to hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons even if I die screaming and I hope you hear it. Cause I would've died for your sins instead I just died inside. I should've let it stay buried cause I'll still see it until I die. You’re the loss of my life…