she wore a beautiful dress to her own death
and everyone agreed it was tasteful
She had declined to meet their eyes
for at this point she was unable
she held her breath where the water met her steps
steeled herself for the journey
fantasized for years that there'd be no tears
for them all she was in no freakin' hurry
without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
gracefully she mimicked dreams
played out each and every scene
cancelled the paper while making tea that morning
with every obligation met she climbed the steps and into that dress
she hit her marks and the exit planned was glory
her mindset was elaborate
no need for a jacket, stimulant, depressant, or placebo
she'd been alone for years with the grinding of the gears
waiting for the pull of the ocean
without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
she's going down without a sound, without a sound
she wore a beautiful dress to her own death
from the rocks to the beach into the ocean
coast guard said it's the strangest thing
she seemed to grimace, then to wink
but I knew it was a smile that had frozen
without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
she's going down without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
