This grave you dig for yourself
your making it deeper and deeper...
Theres always, always been
something missing from me...
The Lord gave you a gift
it your spirits did lift...
Looking threw a box of old notes
that we wrote when we were close...
The elegant grace you carry yourself with is just...
When I look in the mirror
I don't even recognize myself...
As tears fall to the ground
"this is where i can be found"...
Mommy I want to be just like you
teach me how to swing...
Everything seemed fine, everything looked perfect...
" U + Me?" is the message she left you...
We were driving down the road
you looked at me, i looked at you...
The sweet scent of alcohol sooths your lust
for the pleasure and taste of her skin...
Take these broken wings
learn how to fly...