Buried

Look who’s throwing stones again
Turning ripples into waves
You’re as shallow as an echo
They see through everything you say

When you die no one will grieve you
They’ll be dancing on your grave
Six feet below is where they want to see you
Picture perfect in your frame

Maybe it’s time you know
Some things you can’t outgrow
Hate buried so deep
There’s no room left for love to weep

You’re too rough around the edges
You’re more crooked than your grin
Flattery won’t reap temptation
The sweetest fruits rot from within

You’re so dim without your spotlight
Veiled by shadows made of shame
Go set fire to the darkness
Still it’s ashes will remain