On the walls naked Marilyn
Perfume bottles lined up like school children
Drawers full of burnt CDs
And one of them with my name in sharpie
On the day you left
Everything was left
We want one more day
We’ve come to cheer you on
Weak lungs, a long day
We’ve come to take you home
On the phone, you were quiet
Told the takeout that you were dying
Said you didn’t have much time left
I wonder if it’s ok to cry yet
On the day you left
Everything was left
We want one more day
We’ve come to cheer you on
Weak lungs, a long day
We’ve come to take you home
We want one more day
We’ve come to cheer you on
Weak lungs, a long day
We’ve come to take you home
We want one more day
We’ve come to cheer you on
Weak lungs, a long day
We’ve come to take you home
We won’t, we won’t
We won’t, we won’t
We said we’d take you home
We won’t, we won’t
We won’t, no, we won’t
We cannot take you home
We cannot take you home