Poor Bastard

I awoke inside a coffin
Being lowered into the ground
On a clear winter morning
There were mourners gathered 'round
I could see them though the lid was closed
I couldn't tell you how
A couple unexpected lovers
In a less-than-hoped-for turnout
As a stranger read my eulogy aloud

He suffered long, he's finally gone
If one thing must be said...
But he left the sentence hanging
I was done with being dead
I leapt up from the casket
Looking like Dracula's Revenge
It came off pretty gauche I guess
But what's a joke between your friends?

I said I'm feeling so much better now
I want to thank you all for coming out
Though premature, it truly means the world
Then I started laughing, they started leaving
And in that moment I believed in
Karma, and in my mouth the mantra formed

It will come back eventually
It will come back, come back, eventually
You will be reborn