You Know

A dark, quiet place is where your body goes.
A spot where people pass and everybody knows.
Few stop to remember the person in the soil.
Few stop to pay respects, lay flowers, show they're loyal...
And though the air is sour and everybody goes.
It'd be nice to know you care. Nice to know you know.

I could be in heaven. I could be in hell
or I could be in purgatory waiting on the bell.
My spirit wanders endlessly despite my placid frame.
My soul hovers restlessly as I watch myself decay.
I hate to lose my dignity, my person... don't you know?
Just come by and remember me, remind me I must go.