Lexi Scherr Mausoleum
O my friends we are gathered softly
Inside the little pink house
No, we don't know what to say
To each other
Then I go and ask your mother
She said, "I gotta be honest
I'll never be the same"
I am standing outside your bedroom
Dressed like a mausoleum
Hits like a hurricane
O my body on pins and needles
To see the way that you left it
Pristinely the way it stayed
When I leave
I'll feel the breeze
Because you gotta go somewhere
Beyond the gray of an open grave
The night we could hardly speak
When it's my time to leave this planet
And go into orbit
I'd better land safe
And this life that we glued together
I hope they tear it all down
Tear it all down
Because I want to be where you are
Sippin' a margarita
Under the canopy
When I leave
I'll feel the breeze
Because you gotta go somewhere
Beyond the gray of an open grave
The night we could hardly speak
