I fell asleep with your obituary in my hand last night
In my dreams I was finding your grave
I hugged your headstone
I dug you up from the ground
When I finally found you
You were nothing but stained blankets
I wrapped myself in you and laid down where you were

There was a time when I wrote my own obituary
And a screenplay of my death
Do you remember when you found it?
You didn't say anything
But you looked at me like I was already gone
I never thought your name would be in the paper before mine

I don't believe in god
But I hope you're with him
I don't believe in god
But I hope there's a heaven made just for you
I don't believe in god
Because if he were there you'd be here

I woke up this morning with your obituary crumpled in my fist

Where the **** are you