Neighborhood Funeral Dress

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Tis a true story about a friend, I was fascinated by the concept of friends sharing one black “funeral” dress passing it along like it was a hip handbag

She went to work like any other day
It didn’t hit her till that package came
The first thing she saw was the letter
She really wished it was that pale green sweater

Oh honey I’m sorry but I’ve sent a new veil
Tear stained and ragged
The old one just too frail

And there she goes stepping into those sheers
And the neighborhood funeral dress worn a hundred years.

From house to house
About every other month
It’s never something they have to hunt

Hanging nice and neat in the laundry room
On this street it gets used more than the broom

She went to work like any other day
It didn’t hit her till that package came
The first thing she saw was the letter
She really wished it was that pale green sweater

Oh honey I’m sorry but I’ve sent a new veil
Tear stained and ragged
The old one just too frail

And there she goes stepping into those sheers
And the neighborhood funeral dress worn a hundred years.