Hole

I wasn't quite dead
But you buried
Me anyway
It wasn't much Of a ceremony But what Did I expect
I wish this hole Was deeper Because I can still Hear your voice
Going on and on To your friends About all the ways I wasn't right for you
And who invited Them anyway They're your friends
Oh, that's right You did I wish it was Sunday Then you could Move on Go to brunch Or something And Leave me At the bottom Of this hole
You've thrown Enough dirt On me For today
I know, I know You never meant For it to be This way
But I was just so- And too- You needed me To be more- And not so- Yes, I know I get it Okay It's over
But
If you change Your mind Just know I'll be right Here, waiting In this hole For you Always

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