A Viewing

Cry to me from wooden benches, purses
 Close and sew your pretty eyes shut
 It's your funeral from 1 to 3
 They never knew you were suicidal
 You tried a hundred dresses on but
 You're not feeling all that bridal
 Dead love, I never meant to lay you out
 Dead love, what's hunting you down
 Has turned me around
 Languidly beside me keeping granite hands
 On polished granite shoulders
 It's your funeral from 1 to 3
 They never knew you were still deciding
 Some traded you for sympathy
 Some were never worth inviting
 Dead love, I never meant to lay you out
 Dead love, what's hunting you down
 Has turned me around
 Long before you love was at my door
 The letter was dated but can't resurrect what you mean
 One down, one for the team