Don't I Look Pretty In The Coffin?

Haha! I’m gone forever now
So how does it feel not be loved no more
Come forth, in all you glory
Relate the story wearing that black dress you own
Don’t lie or hide over my grave
Where were could when I could be saved
Huh? Vocal chords down now?
What’s with that frown now?
I did enough to earn the halo
Does me dead make you mellow, girl?

Even if a genie chanced upon you bearing the wishes
I won’t be coming back; I’ll still sleep with the fishes
Isn’t there more important stuff in your life?
The whole world wanting to make you their life
But the ass has already taken your life

Don’t I look better in the wood?
Markers graffiting where I once stood
You are the last person who would
Drop flowers on the coffin when you could

What say about the mess you’ve made?
You care? Then you’ve got the whole firing squad to slay
The one to give the order, start with yourself
You’ll be hanged as a trophy next to the shelf
Happy? Or do demand more respect
Fine! They’ll lay you next to me. Isn’t that the best!

Dried flowers lie on my grave, too good?
If you can’t then sure I would
Dig a path to your grave for another look
Stare at that beautiful face dead!