Six feet under is where my love for you should be
Right from the day I said you were dead to me.
Six feet under, buried in the ground,
But ‘til now in my heart, it remains safe and sound.
I remember the day I visited your grave
Beneath the tombstone I lovingly made
“A friend, a lover, a heartbreaker in his final hour”
Was the story of how our relationship went sour.
It was the day I brought your memory back to life
Stabbing myself in the process with this metaphorical knife.
Now your touch is all but resurrected,
Back to where I buried it – in the land of the dead.