For the Departed

Just a moment, dear
 I hear someone at the door
 And the beating of a heart
 That I hid beneath the floor
 Oh they've come for me, love
 Save yourself
 I am far beyond repair
 They will bury me alive
 But I'm not inclined to care
 I am too far gone now, oh ohoho
 So dry your eyes and count to ten
 They'll have me on the pyre by then
 Forget the man I used to be
 You'll move along more easily
 A moment, dear
 I hear someone in the hall
 And this plundering of promises
 We hung up on the wall
 Oh he's come for us, love
 Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone
 And I'm growing rather fond
 Of the wandering alone
 I am too far gone now, oh ohoho
 So dry your eyes and count to ten
 They'll have me on the pyre by then
 Forget the man I used to be
 You'll move along more easily
 Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
 I'll write a symphony for the departed
 And I have no time for second chances
 So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh
 And so, the scene begins
 Your cries become the wind
 A desperate plea best left unheard
 Then my contrived goodbye
 A poet's pantomime
 A drunken jester's final words
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 Just a moment, dear
 I hear someone at the door
 And the beating of a heart
 That I hid beneath the floor
 Oh they've come for us, love
 Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
 I'll write a symphony for the departed
 And I have no time for second chances
 So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances
 Oh, now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
 I'll write a symphony for the departed
 Oh, I have no time for second chances
 So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances
 So, dry your eyes and count to ten
 They'll have me on the pyre by then