Why don't you wait for this to die?
I guess you never really know when,
In the roses, poisons growing.
Went away no teeth were showing,
End of May I lost it all.
So you were laid to rest with your possessions,
A written list, all your confessions.
Signed and sealed but never sent.
Why don't you wait for this to die,
Before you, bury me, bury me
In your memory, memory.
Won't you wait for this to die,
Before you bury me, bury me,
In guilty melody.
So I walk alone,
My paving your stone,
I wish I meant I wish you well.
Your pictures, my frame,
Feels bitter, seems sane,
I wish I meant I wish you well.
In the deepest and darkest place lies a wreath,
With a gravestone on top, and your name underneath.
Why don't you wait for this to die,
Before you, bury me, bury me
In your memory, memory.
Won't you wait for this to die,
Before you bury me, bury me,
In guilty melody.
In the deepest and darkest place lies a wreath,
With a gravestone on top, and your name underneath,
It reads here lies the wolf, overthrown by the sheep,
As I turned ‘round to leave, I swore I heard you speak.
Why don't you wait for this to die,
Before you, bury me, bury me
In your memory, memory.
Won't you wait for this to die,
Before you bury me, bury me,
In guilty melody.
Wait for this to die,
When you put my heart on the shelf, truth is you buried yourself.