Dm                                           F
I am nothing to you, but flesh bound in pity and waste
      Dm                                                F
A dislocated voice from your memory that screams in the night
                         C
A body that longs to be found
                          F
A sunken recess on your grounds
           C
Where the waste from your lush oaken table
                Bb
absorbs in the weeds
          C                  Dm
and then feeds my dejected disease


                                                F
I am nothing to you, but residual heart-laden slime
Dm                                                F
Buried so deep beneath turning calendar pages and time
        C
A disgrace
                                 F
My pictures all turned on their face
        C
As you race
                             Bb
to scrape off the flowers i placed on the lid
          C
with my hands to your closed
        Dm
casket heart


                                                                F
I will strike you at night when your heart is not guarding the door
        Dm                                                      F
I will creep in your sleep and your tears will languish on the floor
         C                               F
You'll awake confused by this dramatic state
            C
And you'll hate the
                         Bb                        C
silence inside you, and call for me but I've been crushed
                        Dm
by your closed casket heart