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.