Poor Bastard

I awoke inside a coffin

Being lowered into the ground

On a clear winter morning

There were mourners gathered 'round

I could see them though the lid was closed

I couldn't tell you how

A couple unexpected lovers

In a less-than-hoped-for turnout

As a stranger read my eulogy aloud

He suffered long, he's finally gone

If one thing must be said

But he left the sentence hanging

I was done with being dead

I leapt up from the casket

Looking like Dracula's Revenge

It came off pretty gauche I guess

But what's a joke between your friends?

I said I'm feeling so much better now

I want to thank you all for coming out

Though premature, it truly means the world

Then I started laughing, they started leaving

And in that moment I believed in

Karma, and in my mouth the mantra formed

It will come back eventually

It will come back, come back, eventually

You will be reborn