you didn't really die

you only went away

my drummer he saw you

buying supplies about a week ago

a couple towns away

south on the interstate


i gave him shit for not

telling me sooner than he did

he said he thought i knew

he said everybody else had seen her too

i haven't been around that much

or kept in touch

with anyone or anything


you didn't really die

although it seems as if you did

why would you have to hide

and who stayed on with you while you hid?

from all those silent nights

that silence sure can be real loud

louder than anything


you didn't really die

so what am i to do with

the memories of ours i chronicled and buried in the backyard?

dig them up today

attach a note that says they're yours

leave them at the door of the supply store

and hope that when you come along

you bring yourself to reading them

and wonder from precisely that there moment on


why would i want to die?

why would i want to die

why would i want to die?

why would i want to die