sweeter.

All those things that I did do,
I didn’t have to do for you,
And all those things I left behind,
Left me here with so much time,

To think, and think, and think, of things,
Words to write and sometimes sing,

From where you stand, in oblivion,
The sight you see seems so much sweeter,
From where I stand and watch the fence,
The grass seems so much greener baby,

Life laid out like rows of headstones,
Living death this gift to me,
Smiling zombie, frolicking,
Merry, merry, merry, me,

Now this life seems so much neater,
Loose ends cut and tie the rest,
From where I stand seems that much sweeter,

Over the fence the grass seems greener.

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