Funeral Grounds

Even if you wanted to you can’t get it back.
Even if you crossed the room you can’t get attached.
I’m seeing a lot of gloom and there’s no pinning that. We’re on a different path.

Really it’s just simple math.
Im really dizzy, give the liquor back.
It’s silly how chilly it is when you lit the match.
Is it really that bad?
I’m literally spinning in a list of facts.

I’m up, working at night, on the funeral grounds.
Who’s in the right? She isn’t used to denial.
We’d usually fight and I’d flip, boots on the ground.
I’m using the light to shine the truth and it’s wild.