With Sympathy

With sympathy deliver your words to the family

Pretending to have any empathy

Pretending to know fucking anything, anything

About a home with a new type of vacancy

About a room with a new type of gravity

Like a violin, a violin cut from a symphony

Your life’s just changed so drastically

And you’re not quite set for a ministry

to come barreling into you tragedy

With a sick sense of some kind of dignity

When you just had a fucking lobotomy

For the love of God don’t pray for me

Don’t pray for me

So now we walk in perfect symmetry

Hands intertwined like filigree

With our hearts like open surgery

Without a single soul here next to me

Because we’re lost to shades of empathy

Black and blue on everything

On our knees to rest our minds

Don’t pray for me