Mama come find me
I'm only five...

I own myself
You know that's true...

1,000 times
we've sat and talked...

I worked myself up
and I made myself sick...

His eyes hold the world
the heavy blue...

It's such a beautiful day, Baby,
and I wish you were here...

I keep thinkin if I called
just one more time...

There are many conversations
and many thoughts...

He sat by her bedside
every day...

Stand up real quick
and push in your chair...

Cool air
and bright lights...

Getting pushed off the edge
never really is fun...