Dying Days Poem by Kelly Boutin

I'm already dead inside,
Will you bring me back to life?

Will you follow me into the cemetery?
Will you kiss me even when I'm buried?

Will you write, 'Chelsea' on my grave?
Will you love me all my dying days?

Will you love me every time I die?
Will you bring me back to life?

Because I'm already dead inside.

Oh, bury me in your love
and bring me back to life.

It's cold in the cemetery,
with the cries of all who died waiting.

Oh baby, can you find my gravestone?
Oh baby, I'll wait for you until you come home
so I can bring you back to life

'cause I don't matter anymore,
I'm already dead inside.

Oh, come home to the cemetery,
we can plant trees and watch them break down

and when the storm comes to wash our graves away
we can fly up and hide in the dead trees.

Oh baby, my home's the cemetery
it's beautiful here, beneath the cherries

Oh, come baby, bring your spade
and join me all my dying days.