Passing Out Nails

I heard

you were passing out nails to my closest friends

and I heard

you were jealous of the hand the carried my coffin

a daydream inspired my illness

thoughts grew more poisonous

exhausted from the peer pressure

my lover put me six feet under

my, my lover

put me six feet under

my my my lover

put me six feet under

I heard

you were a missing child at my funeral

and I heard

you were jealous of the shovel that dug my grave

death-bed as a roadside attraction

tourists would admire my condition

I am a psychic wonder

my lover put me six feet under

my, my lover

put me six feet under

my my my lover

put me six feet under