I did your funeral
So you do mine.
It's only fair and right.
And wasn't it Jesus
Who went and said
That the dead
Should bury the dead?
So come tonight,
Forget the wine,
Bring two pennies for my eyes,
Have your closure,
Realize how pointless this:
To long for touch,
To want to kiss
A dead love,
A head love
That never grew,
That never knew
The light of day.

Now you could say
So many things,
And have,
And yet,
You didn't trust
The two it takes
To tango,
The one it takes to bust.
But if your love is true,
Let go
And if your love comes back to you,
You'll know
Both sides of the story.
And then
You can speak
For Love.

-jenn