Memorial Video (MV)

I wore the wrong colour
Everyone's looking at me
"You must be the kid," they say
I smile politely
And hide in the bathroom to take several deep breaths
No-one is eloquent in the face of death

I'll toast to that
I'll toast to that

They say, "She loved you," accusingly
"She loved you," so bruisingly

I'll toast to that
I'll toast to that

They say, "She missed you" with eyebrows raised
"She missed you 'til her dying day"

I'll toast to that
I'll toast to that

To hugging strangers who seem to know me
To avoiding questions surreptitiously
To keeping quiet, to living in fear
Every day for thirteen-ish years
To part of the reason that I'm able
To drink almost anyone under the table

I'll toast to that
I'll toast to that
I'll toast to that