You didn't really die you only went away my drummer he saw you buying supplies about a week ago a couple towns away south on the interstate I gave him shit for not telling me sooner than he did he said he thought I knew he said everybody else has seen her too I haven't been around that much or kept in touch with anyone or anything. You didn't really die although it seems as if you did why would you have to hide and who stayed on with you while you hid? through all those silent nights that silence sure can be real loud, louder than anything. You didn't really die So what am I do do with the memories of ours I chronicled and buried in the back yard dig the up today attach a note tha say they're yours leave them at the door of the supply store and hope that when you come along you bring yourself to reading them and wonder from precisely that there moment on... Why would I want to die? Why would I want to die? Why would I want to die? Why would I want to die?