Coffin Shopping

Shopping for coffins, I shouldn't have told you at all
I text you, you call me, I ignore it
Please don't break my fall

Toronto born, Toronto bred
And one day I'll be Toronto dead
Toronto born, Toronto bred
And one day I'll be Toronto dead

A man in a pea coat and a top hat,
He stands at his door
He says, little lady, so soon, what brings you to my store?

I say, oak is no good, mahogany is no better
The newspaper said you would be my abettor
And maybe I've come to the wrong place entirely
Outside the store you are waiting for me quietly

You're a coward, you're a punk
Not a poet, your pathetic
And I don't know the right words to say how I'm feeling
And I'm sorry, this is no place for me, and I'm leaving

Toronto born, Toronto bred
And one day I'll be Toronto dead
Toronto born, Toronto bred
And one day I'll be Toronto dead

Toronto born, Toronto bred
And one day I'll be Toronto dead
Toronto born, Toronto bred
And one day I'll be Toronto dead