Poor Dead Erica

As she wanders endlessly

Through her second home the cemetery

She thinks of this place so fondly as

Where her fathers buried

If you think the cemetery

At midnights scary

Then as she slashed the roots of her veins

At the foot of her fathers grave


Would you cry?

As she died

As she fell crawled into

Eternal damnation

Would it be hard for you to believe?

For her this is a revelation.


As the blood soaked into the ground

And she hoped shed die if she wasn't found

All she wished for was a little bit of attention

Her intentions were pure


She barely even knew her father

But at least his grave made a perfect marker

And she was found

Her fingers blue uneven cross the ground


Would you cry?

As she died

As she fell crawled into

Eternal damnation

Would it be hard for you to believe?

For her this is a revelation.


Had she won?

She'd finally set her toll on America

Everyone grieved

Oh poor dead Erica


But she never wanted to know

What death was like so close

At the end of the road

She wished she'd just gone home