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