My Cell Mate

oh dear padded cell mate of mine?
will you miss me if I'm gone for the night?
will you miss me if I don't come back?
I bet that my parting shall not bring
Such sweet sorrow or sorrow of any kind
for parties and such shall then take place
I bet tis not phone calls searching for me you'll make
All that will be done is a simple making of the bed
And then it's as if POOF
I never was there
There's no memories to haunt you into the night
So no feelings of guilt or regret
Because I simply do not exist