Only Believe Half Of What You See
I stared down at your grave,
Where you now will forever lie,
With the worms and the beetles,
They love it when you die.
As tears fell from my eyes,
I can hear you whisper in my ear,
"Remember don't believe thier lies."
You said that to me,
A summer's day long ago,
I listened intently,
I didn't miss a word,
For I knew they'd come in handy
Or so said a little bird.
So now as he holds me close and tight,
And as I stare at your grave,
In the the pale moonlight,
I can hear you whisper in my ear,
"Only believe half of what you see,
Even if I'm dead."
Bronx.
Where you now will forever lie,
With the worms and the beetles,
They love it when you die.
As tears fell from my eyes,
I can hear you whisper in my ear,
"Remember don't believe thier lies."
You said that to me,
A summer's day long ago,
I listened intently,
I didn't miss a word,
For I knew they'd come in handy
Or so said a little bird.
So now as he holds me close and tight,
And as I stare at your grave,
In the the pale moonlight,
I can hear you whisper in my ear,
"Only believe half of what you see,
Even if I'm dead."
Bronx.