Pier Song

Waste of time, a waste of space.
You have failed the human race.
You’re a waste of space-time it appears.
When all is said and done
You were never much fun.
May be that’s why you jumped off the pier.

You were festering inside.
Where you walked the grass has died,
And my appetite walks at your name.
On that cold New Year’s Eve
When you got your reprieve
And you bid us adieu dressed in flames.

I don’t believe it.
Denial makes me slaughter your memory.
I don’t believe it.
I don’t see why.
I don’t see why
You had to die.

You were noble, shrewd and proud
With a spirit brash and loud
And my parents were scared when they met you.
But in private your calm
Mannered ways had me charmed
And I’m trying my best to forget you.
Seven months and seven years
To accumulate these tears
And where are they when it’s time to cash in?
I see sparks when I blink
And I try not to think
About death when I hear the waves crashing.

I don’t believe it.
Denial makes me slaughter your memory.
I don’t believe it.
I don’t see why.
I don’t see why
You had to die.

Where’s the coda we implore?
Grant us each a brief encore
To say everything time wouldn’t allow.
And before curtain call,
I would beg of you all
To say everything valuable now.