[all this spawned from me mishearing a line from cancer but the tøp cover]
when you die please ask to be buried with all your favourite colours. i won't see them the same without you, you see. i'd see yellow as the colour of sickly skin without you but with you i'd see it sparkling, the colour of sunflowers and spun gold. i'd see purple as the colour of greedy kings without you but with you it's the swaying lilacs and the colour of that top you always wore. remove them from my vision, shorten my colour spectrum. please, baby, bury them with you.
