Your Deep Rest

So while you're fixing up your bed

So while you’re organizing drawers

Could you just listen to the problems had

With problems of yours?

And what’s that note you’re writing there?

Why are you giving me this back?

This was a gift from when we met

Back when you weren’t so upset

I called in sick from your funeral

The sight of your body made me feel uncomfortable

I couldn’t recognize your shell

Your branching off had met an end

From all the weight that made you bend

And when you tried to shed your leaves

You pined for warmth as they said

Your lack of love for your dear self

Is sapping all of us here out!

Trace your roots back to the ground

Work out the knotholes for yourself

I called in sick from your funeral

The sight of your family made me feel responsible

And I found the notes you left behind

Little hints and helpless cries

Desperate wishing to be over

You said you’re trapped in your body

And getting deeper every day

They diagnosed you born that way

They say it runs in your family

A conscious erasure of working class background

Where despair trickles down

Imbalanced chemical crutch

Open up, swallow down

You said: Remember me for me

I need to set my spirit free

I called in sick from your funeral

(I called in sick, I called in sick)

Tradition of closure nearly felt impossible

(I called in sick, I called in sick)

I should have never gave my word to you

Not a cry, not a sound

Might have learned how to swim

But never taught how to drown

You said: Remember me for me

I watched you set your spirit free