All Your Shit

I always said that when you died

I wanted all your shit

But now you're dead

And I've got one less friend

And one too many guitars

You never wrote a note

Explaining why you did it

But you left instructions how to use

The switcher on your pedalboard

Some say that with our final breath

We finally comprehend

The reasons for existence

And what all this pain and suffering is for

Sometimes I understand the headspace

You must have been in

But I will never understand

The way you wired this pedalboard