I live in a cemetary with corpses of could have beens
hung down with cadavers of possibility for friends
we dug a grave for the back-whens and all of the retrys
but they pushed me in and now that’s where i reside

it’s not so bad – up above the headstone reads ‘chances that have died’
and at the foot there’s a stone that says ‘if only i had tried’

i burned my bridges
i rest in peace
and pray the roots of the nearest tree
find thier way into my heart
my blood feeds the seed of a brand new start

ohhh, here the corpses come