Once I've wrote down all my scars And parts of me too hard to touch And all the memories I'd rather erase Once I've rearranged our past Keeping only the fondest parts And told myself I've grieved what I create You're still lying in your bed for three days And if I had one wish, I'd ask you what to change Is there just one thing That could be different and might take this all away?
♪ I don't know what to do at all And whenever our mother calls I think this time you're dead or in jail It feels like you've been gone for years Even though you're still standing here It's hard to see how things are gonna change But I love it when you call with all your plans And show me all the things you made with your own hands I can miss you while I love you And live next to what I'll never understand ♪ You still make every Christmas fun Even when the cops come You still make every Christmas fun Even when the cops come What is forgiveness, but a deep breath out And what is acceptance, if I find out Can I call you and will you pick up the phone? Can I call you and will you pick up the phone?