Bobby Markos Posi Talk
Music plays, but I can't hear the words
(I'm dead)
People play out sorry's and flowers
But nobody is here for me
And I'm a ghost just like my mom
And both of our tombstone's read
(If you loved me)
People mourn like someone died
They don't get that it was you and I
The irony is that it's all our friends
Dressed in black and talking again
Still, there's no me, it's just a funeral
Just a place to pretend that we care
(Dear! World! I'm not here anymore.)