In Lieu of Flowers

Rain on the roof of your parked car
Sam, I was fucking afraid
I bit the ulcer on my tongue
And spilled my guts in your driveway
And I've been hollow for so long
I figured that's how I'd stay
No one's seen me without my clothes on in almost a decade

You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you 'til the bitter end"

Called a club in the village
Booked us a three nightstick
But if you'd told me to go fuck myself, then I'd get it
Eric said that he'd fly out
If I could clean up my shit
I can't lose you guys again, I swear that I'm gonna fix it

You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend"
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you 'til the bitter end"

Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you 'til the bitter end

Box fan sings in your window
You keep averting your gaze
Bought you a notebook and a hoodie
I know that I missed your birthday
And, this time "sorry" don't cut it
All I can give you is space
But this next year's a leap year
So there's time when you're ready
If you're ready

You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend"
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you 'til the bitter end"

Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you 'til the bitter end (one more time!)

Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you 'til the bitter end