First of May to the last of March The whole thing is the hardest part Even so, you should make a start And hitch a hook to your holy heart Tongue atwitter and your knees a knot Go to see the last friends you got But they don't wanna hear a word you say Kiss your cheek and send you on your way After all the suffering and shame They wanna know Is it worth it? Is it there to gain? Answer's probably not But you should Shake a shot From the street, it seems so near, that Curtain cutting through the sky so clear Some preening pack casts a sideways glance At you standing there without a chance If they could see with your killing eyes Past that curtain to the room inside They'd spy the body of your blood soaked bride They'd stop staring and they'd Run and hide They wouldn't know she wasn't cool That there was nothing left to do Cause they ain't you And there ain't nothing That they've been through Summer's gonna come It's gonna bleach these bones We'll just be long white sticks in a field of Skull sized stones I'm imagining friends All around Laying down and dying We were all wearing gowns Handsome and proud