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