Park Benches For the Dead

Sitting on graves I look up and mourn the stars
I'm pretty sure they do the same
I'm looking for the one named Andronicus
I blow a kiss to the ones that loved us

On park benches for the dead

I stare at the wilting flowers and wonder who gets paid to water them
I no longer feel dead inside
I never could understand the feeling

Park benches for the dead

Sitting on graves I see mausoleums
I'm curious if they know how lucky they are
To have four walls to themselves
I know many who would kill for the privilege



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Writer(s): Aidan Rogers
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