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Shrill notes begin, the grim violin Then from the silence a violence of sirens orchestrates the score To which one more corpse is left quite How we’ve become the hollows of drums The rests between notes and the hollers that never reach throats
They say now you’re in a better place And I would be too if I could see your face Today marks six years without my dad. I keep waiting for this day to be easier. I keep telling myself that it will be easier eventually. Or at least it will be different. Because being without him hasn’t ever gotten easier. It’s just become different. But this day always hurts. Always.
I will avenge my ghost with every breath I take I’m coming back from the dead and I’ll take you home with me I’m taking back the life you stole
We’re out of time and I can’t breathe I told you not to believe in me ‘Cause all I do is push you far away from me
I’ve got headaches and bad luck but they couldn’t touch you
Just your sight had my heart storming The moon went hiding, stars quit shining Rain was driving, thunder, lightning You wrecked my whole world when you came And hit me like a hurricane
I thought maybe we’d made a pact But you gave into foul temptations Making all the wrong moves and the wrong decisions Making lies up for all the right questions Maybe I was just asking too much I don’t think it’s likely you’re just made from all the wrong stuff
But whatever I have gettin’ myself into Maybe has been slicing inches from my waist It’s my fist vs. the bottle And that’s how bad could this hurt against I won’t feel a thing I’ll tell you all about it, it’s just not working out