you didn't really die   you only went away   my drummer he saw you   buying supplies about a week ago   a couple towns away   south on the interstate      i gave him shit for not   telling me sooner than he did   he said he thought i knew   he said everybody else had seen her too   i haven't been around that much   or kept in touch   with anyone or anything      you didn't really die   although it seems as if you did   why would you have to hide   and who stayed on with you while you hid?   from all those silent nights   that silence sure can be real loud   louder than anything      you didn't really die   so what am i to do with   the memories of ours i chronicled and buried in the backyard?   dig them up today   attach a note that says they're yours   leave them at the door of the supply store   and hope that when you come along   you bring yourself to reading them   and wonder from precisely that they're moving on      why would i want to die?   why would i want to die   why would i want to die?   why would i want to die