I feel like I'm dying of something or perhaps
Something is dying of me
You know I only cry at funerals cause there's one
I know I'll never get to see
And there's a cd spinning in the corner
Baby crying on it's mothers shoulder
It's weird that people complain about that shit
It's cause its something they know that they wont have
When they're Older
Put all of my shit in a box when I'm through
And put me into a box too
It seems like she can hardly lift her head without you here
My dear- I think you're pronouncing that wrong