The day it rained, it fucking poured
We sent your body to the morgue
And sat around for fifteen hours
And entertained who came around
I wasn't drinking that whole year
But I was tempted, I admit
To take the edge off all our friends
Of holding shit back as they wept sideways

And it goddamn poured out

Time and time again, Jesus cried, or words to that effect
And maybe someone tells me that he loves me like you did
But there's a caveat always whеn
it comes to things like this

The day I slеpt, I goddamn snored
To bells and rings that I ignored
Maybe that was shitty, but
The consolations got too much
I tried to reassure my wife
'Cause she's the one who found you there
At total rest, beside your wife
It seemed like a fantastic death

But I wish I had the balls to cry out

I saw your soul up in the air some place
And I kissed it with my mind
The brutal cosmic weight atop my mother's bedside
Lo, behold the utter tragedy, but Pagliacci style

And the rain poured down

It's hardly ever beautiful
It's binding and incurable
It's just business as usual
But infinitely worse
It's like we're never here at all
It's fragile and it's durable
But we'll see you at the funeral

The passages were minimal
Elegant and liminal
With the conscience of a criminal
I lifted out my hand
I shovelled dirt upon your sacred mound
And I wondered how I'd do without
But it's something I still think about
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