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
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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