There is something to the ritual
Of setting some old shit on fire
A way of saying
"this now lives in memory"
A way of saying
"it's only a memory"
There's something to the ritual
Of setting a torch to what is gone
The vikings did it
To honor a memory
And now we do it
To honor
Who I used to be
Let's say goodbye to natalie
She was thirty-three
Tonight
Let's say goodbye to natalie
And her fake id's
Jase: she was imaginary
Judith: which is why we say "goodbye to her"
And "hello to me"
Jase: this is ridiculous.
Judith: why?
Jase: I don't see why I have to join your little cremation
Ceremony. you're the one who made her up.
Judith: it was a bit more collaborative than you're remembering.
Jase: all I want right now is the same thing I wanted two
Weeks ago: the truth. why did you lie to me? and why
Does natalie cook exist in the first place?
Judith: the person who I was
On the day you and I met
Was deeply ashamed of who she had become
So deeply ashamed of what she'd done
And when you showed her questions
The thirty-six questions
She looked ahead and saw
Who she wanted to be
She built a past, made up a history
Details that fit this person named
Natalie
Let's say goodbye to
Natalie
She was thirty-three
On her fake id's
Jase: she was real to me
Judith: I don't expect
For you to understand perfectly
I loved her too as much as you
And she'd want you bury her with me.
Jase: okay.
Judith: okay, what?
Jase: give me the match.
There is something to the ritual
Of setting fire to the lie
A way of saying
"that's one win for honesty,
What's done is done."
Jase (cont'd): tonight
I say goodbye to natalie
She was thirty-three
Both: tonight
We say goodbye to natalie
And her fake ids
She was imaginary
She was thirty-three
Jase: may she rest in peace