Bobby Markos Posi Talk

Music plays, but I can't hear the words

(I'm dead)

People play out sorry's and flowers

But nobody is here for me

And I'm a ghost just like my mom

And both of our tombstone's read

(If you loved me)

People mourn like someone died

They don't get that it was you and I

The irony is that it's all my friends

Dressed in black and talking again

Still, there's no me, it's just a funeral

Just a place to pretend that we care

(Dear! World! I'm not here anymore)