I'm a botanist, I'm a shut in
And I've got your diary for my safekeeping
You've got a meals on wheels scheme
Can you help me please..
I can't go outside and I'm starving
Bury me in the smell of orchids
I'll bury myself if you let me
String me up on twine
Decorate me with fairy lights
Tell me all your secrets
Who else would I tell them to?
Make your advances
With your hands around my throat in the corner of an empty room
Place me by your bedside
Use me however you would like
Place me by your graveside
To say a final goodbye