Flies

I'm staring at the wall
Your flavor on my lips
I'm watching and I'm counting
All you left me with

Flies...

I held your picture in the fan
I spilled your drink and your perfume
I share my love with those who join me
In this somber empty room

Flies...

I pressed the pillow on your face
You didn't want my sympathy
You kept your love for those who join you
Seven feet beneath the trees

Flies...