You walk these streets your heart on your sleeve. Your words like knives they cut so deep. The time has come for us to decide. You speak your mind your words pour out like wine.
Rocking chair in a windowless room. Broken glass and a heart on the floor, The air is cold I can see you breathe. Hope is gone but you just can’t leave.
I don’t want to die all alone, no one to bury these bones. The river will wash me away, underwater a grave.
I wear your saints still on my wrist, Remembering that they cannot save. Root beer floats in a bottomless glass, Your smile and ghost just won’t stay.
She lost a son to the flames, They stacked flowers up by her door. The wind came and blew them away. But still she sings and still she prays.
I don’t want to die all alone, no one to bury these bones. The river will wash me away, underwater a grave.