A PLATE IN MY HONOR

They set a plate in my honor

I’m not dead, I’m just stuck at work again

I got a message from Jerry that says

“Fuck you, I love you man, how you been?”

I took six o’clock, dinnertime

Shut the windows

Close the blinds

Head in book

On pillow

Lights out by 9

All for granted

Busy being an asshole

When we were all together

What am I gonna wait til everyone is dying to be together again?

I think about all the people in my life

That I actually like

And how absent I’ve been

Then too much time passes

Where I feel like thе windows closed

So I just let more timе pass

Until I’m completely unknown

But the truth is

No one’s asking me how I am either

No one’s asking me

So

What am I gonna wait til everyone is dying to be together again?

They set a plate in my honor

I’m not dead, I just got off the internet

Got a postcard from my past self that read

“If you’re alive, welcome home, it’s all how you left it”

“If you’re alive, welcome home, it’s all how you left it”

"It’s all how you left it

Now eat before it gets cold"

What am I gonna wait til I am dying to start living again?