The Funeral کے بول

Once again, my caution bends to soft amnesia As I forget that I've been here before The melatonin fails again, and melancholy settles in My mouth neglects the shape of words that I know you adored And every night it hurts a little more And I can't seem to satiate The sadness that still resonates Every bone in me will break Beneath the weight of guilt that I can't place If my happiness isn't permanent, then I am no more than a surrogate father Lead to the alter to marry the mother despite all of my reservations If the joy that I feel is so juvenile, how do I reconcile All the aggression that I seem to harbour? The selfish depression that makes it so hard to feel loved? Promise me you'll stay a while, I know I ask you all the time Must be getting hard to pretend And safe in the warmth of the sun I let myself undress Revealing wounds that time neglects Hesitant, I acquiesce to the softest embrace of your bed Where shamefully I supplicate For anything that seems to sooth my aches Watch me as I dissipate Dissolve into a solvent fear of change Despondency bleeds into everything Removing my hands from the wheel of the vehicle I couldn't care at all Sing me to sleep with my mellifluous misery Drunk and delusional, numb at the funeral Love was once sacrosanct But now it resembles the sound of a language that I am scared to speak