Palm Deathtop

The house of the dead becomes more and more real to me
 As the list of dead friends on my Palm increases
 Though I don't believe in the permanent soul
 I can't help asking, "But where do they go?"
 And the love I invest
 In my lovers deceased
 Drains my love for those who exist
 At an actual and earthly address
 I update the database
 Daily from my laptop
 Using new vaporware:
 Palm Deathtop
 I'm starting to wish I could see my old friends again
 At the glamorous party to which they've departed
 Well, what do you know? I'm apparently invited
 Look there, your name is also on the list
 Sooner or later, we'll all be there I guess
 All already no longer exist
 Together with our friends again
 Let's update the database
 Daily from our laptops
 Using new vaporware:
 Palm Deathtop