Ceremony

So thoroughly convinced that the product of persistence

Was a love that I'd been told of when I was just a kid

I was wed to my misery in the hopes that at the ceremony

You'd interject, but you never did

Now seven years on, bitter and resentful

I still contemplate what I did to deserve

The glimpses of affection you used to distract me

As you were filing my teeth to the nerve

I know you were the death of me

But still in spite of everything

I hope that you are finding sleep

While I'm still laying awake

And though my throat is burning as

It's still so quiet in your house

The emptiness you occupied

Is more than I can take

Tell me, are you ashamed?

'Cause I felt alone

And then you watched as I decayed

I slipped through your hands as I faded

I tried to forget

But your love will make a museum of me yet

I hope you know how long I've waited

The reservoirs of self-disgust

Have swollen up inside my lungs

Pulmonary edema is no substitute for love

That once lay its head upon my chest

As comfort cradled motionless

But I have come undone

My love is not enough

I know it's hard to watch your light fade from my eyes

But darling, for my sake, you've gotta let it die

My leathered hands have dug this grave enough

It's time for us to bury our love

Tell me, are you ashamed?

'Cause I felt alone

And then you watched as I decayed

I slipped through your hands as I faded

I tried to forget

But your love will make a museum of me yet

I hope you know how long I've waited