The Kitchen

And somewhere between the kitchen and the casket Is where I realized that I was slipping faster and faster On my thoughts over breakfast, check myself off my checklist I found believing in heaven's receiving a death wish With all these questions I'm asking Start with the simple ones Closed eyes, see light Tell me why Why is my mother scared that I don't miss her? Why not do it more to prove her wrong? And I was somewhere between the dark and the fluorescent I'd spent all of the dimes that I'd saved up for the weekend But now it's Friday and I'm alone Where's my cellphone? Where's my soul? Am I choked by the truth or this new diamond necklace? And why is my mother scared that I don't miss her? Why not do it more to prove her wrong? Why do I try so hard to be remembered When I could stay right here and wait until I'm gone? I'm asking all these questions Start with the simple ones Closed eyes, see light Tell me why Why is my mother scared that I don't miss her? Why not do it more to prove her wrong? Why do I try so hard to be remembered When I could stay right here and wait until I'm gone? All these questions Questions All these questions Questions