Garden's been turning gray And I'm constantly afraid I don't know where I've been It's planted in me like a sin The aftermath is a lot like lying Keep yourself together when you feel like dying But I can't Not in the aftermath You're bringing flowers to a funeral You planned yourself but you don't plan to go You gutted me like you caught a fish Still that's something I wish If I could remove the parts you touched You're right to say that I wouldn't be much Oh I'm glad that I rarely saw your face Every time you put me in my place The aftermath is a lot like lying Keep yourself together when you feel like dying The aftermath is a lot like screaming You toss and turn pretending that your dreaming But I can't Not in the aftermath