Today, I pretended you were dead.
You were no longer living, in my head.
My footsteps became heavier than lead,
because today, I pretended you were dead.
It didn't take long for me to see
that I wished it weren't you, that it were me
buried in the ground or in the sea,
my ashes flowing sweetly in the breeze.
I asked you the date; you wouldn't say.
You only said the month, and not the day.
I guess it doesn't matter, anyway,
'cause when you die, I will never be okay.
Today, I pretended you were dead.
You were no longer living, in my head.
You told me not to cry, or hang my head,
so I'll just sit here wishing it were me instead.