I pack up my car Have my moment or two No words to be shared Just some thoughts overdue I pull up into the lot I dress up for the press Into a waiting room Full of sickened nothingness A matter of time Oh, how quickly you fall When your body is frail And the cancer is strong The other was unforeseen A smile that was stuck in a dream Lost it all Chicago I watch my cousins weep Black dress turned violent Flowers on caskets Old friends in sadness Two funerals in passing Black dress turned violent Why does this feel like habit? Soft songs become blasting Two funerals in passing An echoing hall Reverb from the words to a god Do they even listen at all? When they're so occupied up above Do they watch me handle a box? And walk it through a crowd full of stares And make sure that we wait at the top Before it's lowered in with despair Black dress turned violent Flowers on caskets Old friends in sadness Two funerals in passing Black dress turned violent Why does this feel like habit? Soft songs become blasting Two funerals in passing