Funeral - Sleave

Tell me what it was

That you kept inside your wallet

Maybe pictures from high school

Or old wrinkled receipts

Did you hold onto that note that I wrote you years ago

That carried all the words I couldn’t say to you so

Tell me about how you thought that I turned out

Did you expect better?

Or were you not surprised at all?

Our hands held together

I remember them feeling cold

As we sat there crying

At your mother’s funeral

I left

Took the exit out to the street

I felt

Guilty standing there on two healthy feet

I went

To a bar and had a few drinks

How does this keep happening?

I left

Took the exit out to the street

I felt

Guilty standing there on two healthy feet

I went

To a bar and had a few drinks

How does this keep happening to me?

When I showed up in a suit

Oversized to fit the mood

I couldn’t even remember

The last time we had spoke

Our hands held together

I remember them feeling cold

As we sat there crying

At your mother’s funeral

I left

Took the exit out to the street

I felt

Guilty standing there on two healthy feet

I went

To a bar and had a few drinks

How does this keep happening?

I left

Took the exit out to the street

I felt

Guilty standing there on two healthy feet

I went

To a bar and had a few drinks

How does this keep happening to me?