Day of the Sulking Dead
Look...
I'm no heartless asshole
I'm hardly immune to the sting of time wasted
or the papercut indignities of unguarded affection
nor am I some bleeding heart
just looking for a reason to toss my weeping soul
out the fucking window
But...
too much grieving is an insult to
my living time
spend too much of it
pining graveside
I'll get to see them push my stone
into the dark mass
of freshly turned earth
And...
opportunity sometimes knocks repeatedly;
if I'm not home to hear it beating down my door
while I pen innumerable lines
to opportunity missed or mislaid
the time between then and now
will be as useless
as the time before
So...
I won't waste my breath on lovesong sentiment
won't burn old letters i should have thrown away
won't tell the new one
about the old one
with the old ghost still roaming through my house
no need to exorcise
what I can ignore
no need for a witch hand conversation
with the joyful deceased
I'll take the lonely night
over sleeping with a corpse
take the black burden of today
over the dead weight of yesterday
and bear it all with a smile
what else should the living do?
I'm no heartless asshole
I'm hardly immune to the sting of time wasted
or the papercut indignities of unguarded affection
nor am I some bleeding heart
just looking for a reason to toss my weeping soul
out the fucking window
But...
too much grieving is an insult to
my living time
spend too much of it
pining graveside
I'll get to see them push my stone
into the dark mass
of freshly turned earth
And...
opportunity sometimes knocks repeatedly;
if I'm not home to hear it beating down my door
while I pen innumerable lines
to opportunity missed or mislaid
the time between then and now
will be as useless
as the time before
So...
I won't waste my breath on lovesong sentiment
won't burn old letters i should have thrown away
won't tell the new one
about the old one
with the old ghost still roaming through my house
no need to exorcise
what I can ignore
no need for a witch hand conversation
with the joyful deceased
I'll take the lonely night
over sleeping with a corpse
take the black burden of today
over the dead weight of yesterday
and bear it all with a smile
what else should the living do?
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