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We used to get high together, instead of getting high alone.
I can't remember the last time I saw you.
I can't remember the last time we talked.
You left home for a fresh start,
Working as a waitress down in Bradenton.
With my name tattoo'd into your skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared.
Don't it feel so detached and unreal? Don't it seem so far away?
Like the past never happened, or like nothings ever changed.
With your casket open in front of me,
Your eyes closed and your lips silent.
With my name tattoo'd into your skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared.
I didn't listen to the preacher.
I couldn't look your husband in the eyes.
I'm not sure what I meant to you then,
So I'm not sure what I owe you now.
But if something I said hurt you
I swear it was not my intention.
With your name tattoo'd into my skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared.
I can't remember the last time I saw you.
I can't remember the last time we talked.
You left home for a fresh start,
Working as a waitress down in Bradenton.
With my name tattoo'd into your skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared.
Don't it feel so detached and unreal? Don't it seem so far away?
Like the past never happened, or like nothings ever changed.
With your casket open in front of me,
Your eyes closed and your lips silent.
With my name tattoo'd into your skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared.
I didn't listen to the preacher.
I couldn't look your husband in the eyes.
I'm not sure what I meant to you then,
So I'm not sure what I owe you now.
But if something I said hurt you
I swear it was not my intention.
With your name tattoo'd into my skin.
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared.
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"With your name tattooed into my skin"
My best friend and big sister passed away last May suddenly from a massive congenital heart attack at 31. At the time, she had a very tense relationship with much of her family because she, like Laura Jane, was trans (as am I). In a remarkable way, her death brought them all back together and closer than ever in a way her life couldn't have.
This song is definitely one of my sob triggers, because it brings so many memories flooding back, and they're all the worst ones. I still remember the way she looked in her casket, and I cannot begin to express the pain that image brings back to me. Her mother was already in something of a fragile state of health, and seeing her just drove a stake into my heart, as she had been my friend's biggest cheerleader, and had immediately and unequivocally accepted her as her daughter. For as much as she has suffered, her mother has always taken time to comfort me as well, and I know so well why my friend loved her so strongly.
My friend loved butterflies so much that they have become the symbol for her among her friends and families. When she passed, I knew immediately what I wanted, and I went that week and got a tattoo of a blue butterfly heading up to the stars, with her name in a beautiful script underneath it.
I miss you, my love, and I wish I could talk to you just once more.
I'm so sorry for your loss, my father passed away almost a year ago and this song means a lot to me as well.
Thanks, denevil. Likewise, my sympathies on your loss. I pray my father has many more healthy and happy years in his life, because I know I'll completely lose it when he passes.