A PLATE IN MY HONOR

They set a plate in my honor
I’m not dead, I’m just stuck at work again
I got a message from Jerry that says
“Fuck you, I love you man, how you been?”
I took six o’clock, dinnertime
Shut the windows
Close the blinds
Head in book
On pillow
Lights out by 9
All for granted
Busy being an asshole
When we were all together

What am I gonna wait til everyone is dying to be together again?

I think about all the people in my life
That I actually like
And how absent I’ve been
Then too much time passes
Where I feel like thе windows closed
So I just let more timе pass
Until I’m completely unknown
But the truth is
No one’s asking me how I am either
No one’s asking me
So

What am I gonna wait til everyone is dying to be together again?

They set a plate in my honor
I’m not dead, I just got off the internet
Got a postcard from my past self that read
“If you’re alive, welcome home, it’s all how you left it”
“If you’re alive, welcome home, it’s all how you left it”
"It’s all how you left it
Now eat before it gets cold"

What am I gonna wait til I am dying to start living again?