I don't know how to deal with death
It's always been the same since I was 10

Crying at a hearse
Crying 8 years later
It's always hitting me
When everyone's grief is over

I'd think the baseball blanket kept you warm at night
You didn't need the heat in 90 degrees of sunlight

Crying at a hearse
Crying 8 years later
It's always hitting me
When everyone's grief is over

You always said you were lucky
Guess i'm lucky too
You were staring down at me
Maybe you are now too
Perched in a recliner chair
Telling me that I was smart
Telling me you'd see me later

But that really wasn't fair


Lyrics submitted by notashley

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