Passing Out Nails

I heard
you were passing out nails to my closest friends
and I heard
you were jealous of the hand the carried my coffin
a daydream inspired my illness
thoughts grew more poisonous
exhausted from the peer pressure
my lover put me six feet under

my, my lover
put me six feet under
my my my lover
put me six feet under

I heard
you were a missing child at my funeral
and I heard
you were jealous of the shovel that dug my grave
death-bed as a roadside attraction
tourists would admire my condition
I am a psychic wonder
my lover put me six feet under

my, my lover
put me six feet under
my my my lover
put me six feet under