Lyrics
so i dance my jig of glee inside the mortuary
and i celebrate the death of all that lived inside of me
and scribbled on the note i wrote to love, God, mom, and me
"i'm sorry."
i fold the words and stick them in the pocket of my jeans
then i pull them out and read aloud mistakes and memories
"to live is Christ and die is gain," had never been acheived.
and down the hall i hear all of the congregation sing
their angel voices echo as they join in hymns of praise
they commemorate the years of one who tried to live life and obey.
so the funeral is done and then we hear the casket close
then we dig my grave and bury all that's left of my imperfect soul and carved into the stone it reads, "i wish i'd lived and died alone. i'm sorry."