Dead Nettles

Bury me in the garden

Bury me in the dirt

Send my regards to my mother and father and

Siblings I know I have hurt

Give all my clothes to the needy

Give all my things to my friends

Unless they don't want to be sorely reminded of

How my life came to an end

I am sorry for cracks in the walls of this home I have haunted

Far beyond these days where we fought for the world that we wanted

Now that all is said and done and the dust has all settled

Lay me down in the field and my body will feed the dead nettles

Tell all my friends that I'm sorry

Tell Uncle Sam that he won

Comfort my parents in losing a daughter that

Both of them still call a son

This vessel I hate will mean something

To the fungus and insects it feeds

I'll fade away as my dust turns to dirt and my

Rot fertilizes the seeds

I am sorry for cracks in the walls of this home I have haunted

Far beyond these days where we fought for the world that we wanted

Now that all is said and done and the dust has all settled

Lay me down in the field and my body will feed the dead nettles

When I'm gone

I'll be more than a memory, more than a memory

When I'm gone

You'll see more than the best of me, more than the best of me

When I'm gone

I'll be more than a memory, more than a memory

When I'm gone

You'll see more than just the best of me, more than just the best

I am sorry for cracks in the walls of this home I have haunted

Far beyond these days where we fought for the world that we wanted

Now that all is said and done and the dust has all settled

Lay me done in the field and my body will feed the dead nettles

Lay right down in the field and my body will feed the dead nettles

Lay me down in the field and my body will feed the dead nettles