All the pets I’ve buried
Just wanted me to know
Sometimes it’s ok
To let a good thing go

Wrap you in yarn and grass
Embalm you with milk
Lay you to rest
In cardboard lined with silk

Wild fires have been eating you
Inside of my head
Trying to smoke you out
Or burn you alive in it
This time please just stay dead

This living room memorial
Doesn’t bear a name
I guess I can’t blame you
But I hate you all the same

I wear your homemade tattoos
All over my skin
You put your cigarettes out on me
They’re still sinking in