Lyrics:

So, while youre fixing up your bed ,sowhile youre organizing drawers,
Could you just listen to the problems had with problems of yours
And Whats that note youre writing there?
Why are you giving me this back?
This was a gift from when we met back when you werent so upset.
I called in sick from your funeral
The sight of your body made me feel uncomfortable
I couldnt recognize your shell

Your branching off had met an end
From all the weight that made you bend.
And when you tried to shed your leaves you pined for warmth as they said
Your lack of love for your dear self
Is sapping all of us here out
Trace your roots back to the ground
Work out the knotholes for yourself.

I called in sick from your funeral
The sight of your family made me feel responsible
And I found the notes you left behind;
Little hints and helpless cries,
Desperate wishing to be over

You said youre trapped in your body
Youre getting deeper every day
They diagnosed you born that way
They say in runs in your family
A conscious erasure of working class background
Where despair trickles down
Imbalanced chemical crutch
Open up,swallow down
You said remember me for me
I need to set my spirit free.

I called in sick from your funeral
Tradition of closure nearly felt impossible
I should have never gave my word to you
Not a cry, not a sound.
Might have learned how to swim but never taught how to drown,
You said remember me for me
I watched you set your spirit free