I took two tabs of acid on your death date
for two years gone and another on the way
got so high I swear I could feel my brain shake
I wonder if that's how you felt before you died
so close to death I swear it really makes you feel alive.
I wish we had more time to talk about the things that bothered us
Look up at the clouds and watch our problems change, then turn to dust.
I'm sorry that I left you, I had problems of my own
this could've been prevented if I had just picked up the fucking phone.
Tell me
Is it cold where you are?
Can you still feel the feelings that you felt in your heart?
I've been wondering so much about how to make the worry stop
Why do I care so much about a corpse lying in a box
I can't seem to shake the feelin' that it should be me where you are
an empty body underground,
no soul,
no heart.
