eulogy Lyrics

Who would speak highly of me?

Standing at the altar with their buttons to their collar

I'm laying down, you're standing up, and everyone is sitting

Your crumpled piece of paper scribed with truths you are omitting

A case of PBR and a sympathy card

Will arrive on your doorstep in memory of me

The messenger is frowning but I'm no longer drowning I'm set free

Because I faked my death before that bitch could kill me in my sleep

She thinks I'm dead but really it's just the promises I keep

Don't bury me six feet under til I can speak my peace

She'll wonder where I went but I'm just counting my sheep

Think of me, when you're falling asleep

All the things I could've said before you silenced me

I know that you're happy and you finally got your wishes

My fake funeral embellished with your hugs and kisses

I'll not again be an obstacle to shove out of your way

I'll watch from below and pray you meet your fate on Judgement Day

Because I faked my death before that bitch could kill me in my sleep

She thinks I'm dead but really it's just the promises I keep

Don't bury me six feet under til I can speak my peace

She'll wonder where I went but I'm just counting my sheep