On Death & Endearments - Parenthetical Girls

Gentlemen, please rise

In light of why we’re gathered here tonight

This is it, though I’m shit with goodbyes

Suffice to say, well, I haven’t much time

So how I chose and choose

To make use of this life allotted me

Well you few know and knew

And each to played to me burgeoning accessory

So I should think it wise

In debt to your unseemly sacrifice

To see that when I die

None of my sorted seeds come to life

For me I see no need

To catalogue what deeds I may have done

If we all agree to keep

These terms of my demise unclarified

History, she will surely forgive me

And history, she will think of me fondly

Time was mine

I’ve half a mind to just apologize

In days less dignified

Before I knew what to and not to do

Unsure, of course

There’s shame in certain things I may have done

But shame is not remorse

And pandering’s the one thing I cannot afford

Measure me in grief

Survived in score by prideful progeny

And I, though sometimes weak

Still shudder to speak these secrets we keep

For their sake let me stay

Ostensibly the saint I seem to be

For now my nose is clean

So bury these peculiarities with me

History, she will surely forgive me

And history, she won’t soon forget me

So no cheerful goodbyes

In light of why we’re gathered here tonight

To you I confide

Suffice to say, well, I haven’t much time