It's No Wonder Why - Therefore I Am

I remember your hands at the funeral home

So cold and vacant

Just like your face as you laid there alone

And the caretaker tried, he tried so hard

You were covered in cover up

I stood at the foot of your casket and thought

It’s no wonder why she retreated

Just like the veins in your arms

In fear of forming more scar tissue and puncture wounds

Is it sad to say the things that I remember

The most are your blacked our phone calls?

Oh, how you gave up your life, your kids and your wife

All for the needles and pills that you needed so much

It’s alright it’s okay, we’re better off this way

It’s no wonder why I remember your hands at the funeral home

So cold and vacant

Just like the shadows where you lived alone

It’s no wonder why I wasn’t surprised

When the coroner called three weeks later

And told us you overdosed on methadone

It’s no wonder why