Petrichor

First time is surprising
Leave behind the physical
First they heard you coffin
Now they at your funeral
Don't mean to be ironic
To me you are an angel
Now you're home
And I'm alone wiping tears from my face off
But brave hearts don't cry
So I
Dry my eyes
They ask me what is wrong
And I, give 'em a smile
I fight the feelings
Fight the questions,fight the healing
Fight my parents
Why so much attention anytime that I am grieving
Get away from me, I mean it
Cos space is what I'm needing
They tell me it's ok but I know that's not how I'm feeling
But death is a necessary end
It happens to us all whether family or friend (Woah)

I like the smell of the rain
keeps me grounded despite the pain
I like the smell of the rain
Tears won't wash the hurt away

Second time more awful
Cos this time it's more thoughtful
Not that we forgot you but we don't say your name no more
Didn't ask to be a martyr
He was a son, she was a sister
He was a father, she was a mother
It doesn't matter- they were human
But death is a necessary end
Limited time inspires us to live
Be respectful of the family
You mean no harm but actually
Things you share so casually
Make personal matters publicly
Available for people-to say what they do
Your tweets, they aren't evil and neither are you
But reminders are painful so please be careful
Yes it is an honour but please be tactful
In fact, give them a second to breath
From a constant feed
Of hopes and prayers
Double tap the snare that they read
Trapped in the drum beat of a movement
that they sympathize with
Imagine your name becoming the hashtag in every comment (Damn)

I like the smell of the rain
keeps me grounded despite the pain
I like the smell of the rain
Tears won't wash the hurt away
Give me more, give gimme more
I want more, I want more
Getting high off the petrichor