it's been a couple weeks since you died
i think i'm taking it
rather well for the guy
who tried to save your life!
of course that's up for argument
you'd have never had the guts
to finish that cocktail
you would choke and then you'd bail

paisley wrists and circle scarves
lavender and lace
every track was on repeat
we would cry and stamp our feet
but now you're gone and i'm alone
and happier than sin
i wasn't glad to see you go
but then again, how would i know?

just like so many conversations
so many nights we wasted
so many times we could have smiled

some days, it's a battle
knowing you're not here
and sometimes i don't know
why i ever shed a tear
some days i forget
what it's like to feel at all
but some day, some day, some day
will mean nothing if
you decide to call!

would i care enough to answer,
or would it cost too much?
i assume it isn't free
to call from India to me
i'll make a dusty dozen from the
postcards that you send
saying, "Greetings from the Dead!
Hello! Namaste, shanti!"

some days, it's a battle
knowing you're not here
and sometimes i don't know
why i ever shed a tear
some days i forget
what it's like to feel at all
but some day, some day, some day
will mean nothing if you decide to call