(put the fun back in) the funeral

we walk in our shoes
put the fun back in the funeral
days on top of days
i hear the dirt fall on the coffin roof


i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
in this box i can’t breathe


night after night
fall asleep by cigarette light
the boys run from the boys
and it’s the only clean air
i enjoy


i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
on this bus i can’t breathe


my face transfixed in dreams
i am trying to scream
now don’t, don’t you pray for me
please remove my feeding tube


i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
on this bed i can’t breathe


© 2009 Erin McKeown