On Tuesday I got the call
That damn phone call I'd been bracing for
All week
No, don't say it, no don't say it, no don't say it
I watched her crawl in bed with you
I watched her wet your lips and couldn't
Do a goddamned thing
I watched you shake, I watched our hearts break
I couldn't wrap my fingers around your spine
And shake it loose from the bone
I couldn't fight against the loss
I never set fire to your bed
I never burnt the bed sores
I never ate the flame
Or drank the sweat
But if it burns me up I won't char
Half as much as I'll keep warm
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Life goes on 'cause it has to
These things, they never leave
They stay with you
The smell of the viewing
Your friends singing your praises
The flower boot that never bloomed
Until we lost you
The first Christmas we suffered through
We suffered through
Room 211
Kissing your head
The last look into your eyes
Not having the words to say thank you
Say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Kissing your head
The last look into your eyes
Not having the words
Not having the words
To say goodbye