The Virtual Scrolls

You can’t close your account when you’re dead

But the virtual scrolls hold the things that you said

They remind me of that party that we went to years ago

And I’m struck by the sorrow of letting you go

Doop doop doo de doop doop do de doop doop do do do ahhh

Doop doop doo de doop doop do de doop doop do do do dum dum dum

Doop doop doo de doop doop do de doop doop do do do ahhh

Doop doop doo de doop doop do de doo

Journals you wrote that no one can close

Locked up with passwords that nobody knows

Collections and libraries

The trinkets you saved

Proudly displayed

Yet all locked away.

Baa baa ba ba bap bap ba ba baa baa ba ba ba ahhh

Baa baa ba ba bap bap ba ba baa baa ba ba ba dum dum dum

Baa baa ba ba bap bap ba ba baa baa ba ba ba

Baa baa ba ba bap bap ba ba baa

The things that one writes might not go away

Stored in kilobytes all the things that you played

The virtual scrolls hold the things that you said

Cause you can’t close your account when you’re dead