I'm cool about it

but decide to hang around.

Everyone's so sad,

there's a chandelier of tears in the sky,

cars wipe their eyes

and streets hide their faces.

I'm cool about it

but smell almonds.

It's weird seeing myself

dressed in waistcoat and tux

lying in a coffin

and my face being shaved of three days growth.

I'm cool about it

but overhear friends say

I was an ordinary person

doing a demanding job

with skill and expertise

while others said I was just a criminal.

I'm cool about it

but now everything fades

in this new this new gig

that's a rim of silence,

a dreamless sleep, a broken

wi-fi connection or obsolete software.