I am so embarrassed
My voice is far too deep
It's buried in the ground

Sound like the demon
The demon needed me to be
Now you're nowhere to be found

What'll be, be, be, mourned
What'll be, be, be, mourned

I am so embarrassed
Shadows layer the corners of my smile
They will not go away

It's too much work
To be the monster and miss you too
Why didn't you just stay?

I'm annoyed with clothes today
I'd rather swaddle myself in sorrow today
I don't want to be small, small, sad
I want to be big, big, sad
I want to make a pageant of my grief
Cut out our better half
And carry your side everywhere with me
Yes I do, yes I do
I'm not through you yet [?]
I'm never through you again [?]
I'm sure my friends are tired of me talking about you
But it's a gift, it's a gift to miss you

What kinda lover would I be
If I didn't properly grieve?

I'll miss you, I miss you

What'll be, be, be, mourned
What'll be, be, be, mourned
What'll be, be, be, mourned (This sorrow is mine)
What'll be, be, be, mourned (This sadness is mine)
What'll be, be, be, mourned
What'll be, be, be, mourned

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Writer(s): Josiah Wise, Michael Volpe