One thing everybody knows
Nobody wants to go
And if one thing is harder still
It's the swallowing of an absent pill
Is that blood on your blue handkerchief?
Tell me you're dying
Let's get dramatic
It's been so hard to talk about
Cause we don't see you the same
They think there's something to say
But I know the only change
Is your phone number
Has someone else's name
I'm sorry
It's not exactly Hamlet
Cause you croaked and I
Didn't really notice
Did the doc send you death on a document, dear?
Did the heroes all dress up in black
And announce their path was clear? Did it hit you?
Did you suddenly learn how to lose?
Or did an empty recliner remind you that gone isn't new?