Dm
F
I am nothing to you, but flesh bound in pity and waste
Dm
F
A dislocated voice from your memory that screams in the night
C
A body that longs to be found
F
A sunken recess on your grounds
C
Where the waste from your lush oaken table
Bb
absorbs in the weeds
C
Dm
and then feeds my dejected disease
F
I am nothing to you, but residual heart-laden slime
Dm
F
Buried so deep beneath turning calendar pages and time
C
A disgrace
F
My pictures all turned on their face
C
As you race
Bb
to scrape off the flowers i placed on the lid
C
with my hands to your closed
Dm
casket heart
F
I will strike you at night when your heart is not guarding the door
Dm
F
I will creep in your sleep and your tears will languish on the floor
C
F
You'll awake confused by this dramatic state
C
And you'll hate the
Bb
C
silence inside you, and call for me but I've been crushed
Dm
by your closed casket heart