I staggered out through pattering rain
O'er broken glass of windowpanes
And muted nightlight ran astray
Heralds the day
I trampled grass, the drowning blades
And felt the end that you had made
At which I cried out to the sky
And then I sighed
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
About you
Our friendship fell right off the cliff
Bounced off the ground, and then lay stiff
Abrupt and tragic to the grave
I could not save
Cold mornings walking past the brick
My memory's cloudy, I feel sick
I thought we'd had a grand old time
That you were fine
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
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I staggered out through pattering rain
O'er broken glass of windowpanes
And muted nightlight ran astray
Heralds the day
I trampled grass, the drowning blades
And felt the end that you had made
At which I cried out to the sky
And then I sighed
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
About you
Our friendship fell right off the cliff
Bounced off the ground, and then lay stiff
Abrupt and tragic to the grave
I could not save
Cold mornings walking past the brick
My memory's cloudy, I feel sick
I thought we'd had a grand old time
That you were fine
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
O'er broken glass of windowpanes
And muted nightlight ran astray
Heralds the day
I trampled grass, the drowning blades
And felt the end that you had made
At which I cried out to the sky
And then I sighed
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
About you
Our friendship fell right off the cliff
Bounced off the ground, and then lay stiff
Abrupt and tragic to the grave
I could not save
Cold mornings walking past the brick
My memory's cloudy, I feel sick
I thought we'd had a grand old time
That you were fine
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
Calling out sick to my own funeral
Should I invite you? Well, I thought you should know
There's never been a day after I last spoke to you
That I could say that I stopped caring, too
Writer: Maxton Santos
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