Didn’t bring you flowers
I know it’s been too long
Skin turned to leather
Flesh rendered gone
and on and on

Three years since we met
I mourned your loss
Before you’d left me
There’ll be another
There’s always others

Stuccato flies pelt the glass
Agents of decay
Agents of decay
Mark my passage
Agents of decay
Agents of decay

Locked within the corpse of a’63 Riviera
Fluid remains, lugubrious stains
Floral patterned ghosts
In their dismal glory
Adorn your funeral dress
Adore your funereal dress