If I stare at your picture long enough, will it bring you back to life?
If I sit in place and beg real hard, can I still be your wife?
Im packing you up with tape and pain. I dont want to go. I feel insane.
My head is shouting. I dont know why. I think Ive forgotten when to cry.
Dont want to move forward. Cant stand to look back.
Just leave me on the railroad track.
People keep pushing. They get in my way.
I dream that you’re here. But you never stay.
Everything feels so far away.
Its Sunday. Its Thursday. Means nothing to me.
Time is an asshole. I’ll never be free.
I slide your Ashes through my hand.
Noone could ever understand.
I sit in your chair. Grip you tight.
Trying like hell to feel the light.
Nothing I do will make it right.
How do you hold a ghost in your bed?
Forever alive. Except you are dead.
When will I learn to live in this space?
No longer able to see your face.
I wish I could hide. I wish I could run.
I’m tired of looking into the sun.
I’m wounded. I’m broke. I’m made of glass.
I feel like I’m falling. Strong my ass.
I talk to myself and think that it’s you.
The lunatic widow inside of the zoo.
Hurting and limping. Pretending its fine.
When will my laugh ever be mine?
How many years is this going to last?
When does our future become our past?
Missing my marriage. Missing my love.
Don’t want a soul or an Angel above.
There are no signs in the wings of a dove.
So Tell me.
Just tell me.
Please tell me how you are here, then gone.
Tell me the words to this horrible song.
Tell me the nurses and doctors were wrong.
Tell me our lives weren’t torn apart.
Tell me you never collapsed from your heart.
Please tell me how Im supposed to start.
I want you to tell me that this isn’t real.
I need you to kiss me. I want you to feel.
I hate that you got the raw end of the deal.
So leave me by the railroad track.
Id give up my life so you can come back.
This really all ends with a heart attack?
Please fucking tell me how to go on.
Im tired and hopeless and life feels so long.
What are the words to this horrible song?
Because you died, I’ve been dead all along.
Why should I care, when my love is gone?