He grew up fast. Was an old man before his time
He got a job pushing mail through a mail hole slot
One day, he didn't wake up as his wife called up from the coffee pot
He listened to what she said upon her finding him in their once warm bed
Dear Jim, your dead
I should've seen it coming. Your soul left you long ago
It's been a long time since your words kept me warm
Instead they've only come with scorn
Dear Lord, forgive me, but I'm glad he's dead. I'm glad he's dead
As he heard her words, he felt his ghost body move downwards
With a fright, he noticed not a light, but his eternal night