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I Wish I'd Wake Up (In memory of Dorothy)

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In the convent courtyard garden
The crucifix man chats with a rose:
I'm thinking of spots
On the ceiling
Grandman saw dying
She was laying, telling me
Don't touch them, they're dirty

I was made to rub lotion
On her decaying spine

It's too early to hear about grandma's cold,
maybe the flu so I go
Back to bed
I woke up

When I crushed
the sleep from the corners
My eyes saw a house full of
Cops and coroners

I didn't cry at her funeral
I wish I had cried
I wish I wasn't always tired in the morning