SENDING ME OFF

by Nick Jaina

They’re sending me off
a funeral song
like a will o’ the wisp
the papers were wrong
it’s not like they say
the ring in the dirt
the glint on the hood
the fall of her skirt
they’re sending me off
the home of the free
that’s what they say
I called you today

they’re sending me off
sending me off, sending me off
sending me off, sending me off

all the ways
I tried
to hide from you
I don’t know why

all the ways
I lied
I fucked it up
every time

you held me with your eyes

still people think
there’s a way to escape
through a hole in the coffin
crawl away, pull the drapes

I never noticed
all the others
I walked past
let them sleep
let them rest
send them off

they’re sending me off
without an address
a truck in the lake
clean up this mess

they’re calling ahead
they booked me a room
I’ll get there too late
I’ll get there too soon

the pin on your shirt
I wanted to know
I’ll figure it out
they’re sending me off
I love you so much
they’re sending me off
sending me off

all the ways
I tried
to hide from you
I don’t know why

all the ways
I lied
I fucked it up
every time