Come and hear the funeral marching 
Maybe this is your suicide 
Maybe this is more pure 
Pure than simple 
Maybe this is all 
I have for home 
Why have all beautiful people 
Brushed you on down? 
And brushed you on down? 
I saw the shame inside your addiction, 
Waitin' to see what was passed on by. 
I saw the shame and wondered why 
I should live, and die. 
Leave a note and tell me, 
Leave a note and tell me why.