On Death & Endearments Songtext

so I should think it wise
in debt to your unseemly sacrifice
to see that when I die
none of my sordid scenes come to life

and me I see no need
to catalog what deeds I may have done
if we'll all agree to keep
these tunes of my demise unclarified

history
she will surely forgive me
and history
she will think of me fondly

in one's eye it half reminds to just apologize
in case less dignified
before I knew what do to
and not to do
but sure of course there's shame
in certain things I may have done
but shame is not even worse
and philandering's the one thing even I can't afford

measure me in grief
survived in score by pride for progeny
and I love sometimes the meek
still sure to speed these secrets we keep

they say let me stay
ostensibly the saint I seem to be
for now my nose is clean
so bury these peculiarities with me

history
she will surely forgive me
and history
she will scarcely forget me

so no tearful goodbyes
in light of why we're gathered here tonight
to you I confide
suffice to say well I haven't much time