"Write me an eulogy,
tell me you missed me.
When I'm lying dead I hope
The night before you stand on the podium
Your hands are stained with dirt,
Your baskets filled with papers
because I secretly wished that
You'll realize that you are
running out of words to sent me away
The best word you ever needed
I've given them all to you
before I closed my eyes."
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
"Write me an eulogy,
tell me you missed me.
When I'm lying dead I hope
The night before you stand on the podium
Your hands are stained with dirt,
Your baskets filled with papers
because I secretly wished that
You'll realize that you are
running out of words to sent me away
The best word you ever needed
I've given them all to you
before I closed my eyes."