Worthless Ode -

There’s not much left but a sign

Where the crow sits and mocks your sorrows

Of the dead, neatly lined and bumbling through time the stitch and paint

dissolve

But the sign it lingers on while the corpses all await your visit

No more than 5 seconds long

As you fumble through your words and stumble over tongue

The houses of the bones got jumbled

The houses of the bones got jumbled

The houses of the bones

The houses of the bones

The houses of the bones got jumbled

They slip through earth, under dirt

A Jane becomes a John in mortem

«Just Seize the Day!»

is all they say

To the living heartless walking dead

And to the hurt under dirt forgotten in the back of the room

«Just take my place!

This social grace is as Worthless as an Ode it’s nothing to these Bones!»

The houses of the bones got jumbled

The houses of the bones got jumbled

The houses of the bones got jumbled

The houses of the bones

The houses of the bones

They were in love, they were young and her father had refused their union

He had them killed their blood was spilled

When his daughter wouldn’t marry another

Their bodies lay miles away

Both buried in their families' cemeteries

But soon one day they would lay with each other’s head in hand

Only if they crawled the land

The houses of the bones got jumbled

The houses of the bones got jumbled

The houses of the bones got jumbled

The houses of the bones

The houses of the bones

After their death without their breath

They make a pact with each other

Forming plans to crawl under land so her bony hands could hold his forever

Hold his forever

HOLD HIS FOR…

The houses of the bones got jumbled