I think about when I will die
And what I will leave
What will people think when they find
Or look through my stuff
 
It happens
How do I prepare for it

I played funeral when I was a kid
I would lie down on the floor
And have my sister walk around my still body
And look at me
I told her to shake her head like she was sorry and all
I put a white veil thing over my face
 
Some people played dolls
I lived out in the country across from a cemetery
Which I turned into a park or playground
Of some kind
A photo sitting on a tombstone and waving
It was my dog and me
I didn't know better
It worked
 
It didn't work for me like that
When I saw my friend Steven
Lying there in that still box
I wanted to scoop down in there
And raise him up like that dead man in the Bible
I wanted him to talk to me again
 
I want more than I can have