No

What do I wear to your funeral?
When we were together I never wore clothes
When we were together I never wore clothes

Your friends asked me to write a poem for the newspaper
But you and I never used words
How do I twist my face into a caring expression?
It did not come with the easiest of instructions

Your parents asked if I wanted one of your paintings
I said no, I like the bare walls of my life
Still they wrapped their arms around me
And I feel like the rotting oak tree they cut down the day you died

I feel like the rotting oak tree they cut down the day you died
I feel like the rotting oak tree they cut down the day you died