It’s not too late, I know why you are calling
I can take it now and walk home without falling
And put my head down like I’ve had too much screentime
Will you forgive yourself for putting everybody on edge?
In the mail I receive a box of flowers
So I can watch them die and dry up in the winter
And just the same I will shove you in the corner
So I can keep you there and look at you whenever I want
And I’m trying to let myself be happy
But I keep picturing all of my friends dying
You can tell me you’ll see me in the morning
And I’ll believe you but it doesn’t make it feel less bad
And all the dirt in the backyard, the leaves that fall and cover you
And the water that’s lapping beneath you as you fall asleep
And the back porch where they found you outside yourself I’m wondering
And I don’t know but the pope says that all dogs go to heaven after all