In the car I’ll look out of the window
And see all the places we used to visit
I’ll probably shed a tear or two
But I’ll dry them before I reach the church
Open coffin, pay our last respects
Your eyes closed, dreaming sweet dreams
Against the blood red velvet
Blood red like your sins
At the graveyard it’ll probably rain
As the coffin descend with a creak
The white rose will fall in slow motion
My last gesture of forgiveness
And then I’ll go back home
And reflect on what all of this means
Your suicide has affected us all
