it takes alot to get me this low
this i'm sure you already know
i'm sure you already know
i wait 'till it's cold and wet outside
the rain assures
these tears you need to cry
it's true i haven't thought of you in awhile
it's true i need something from you
i need the type of advice
the kind you can't get from people alive
i dodge my purpose for being here
presently i'm concerned with the groundskeeper
i observe this noble line of work
you're not as easily swayed
you ask what's brought you to this point
what's gone wrong what's hurt
graves are not for those dead
but for those alive
i won't see you again