Zoloft

[_try_and_live_]

We bought some wine and some paper cups
Near your daughters school when we picked her up
And drove to a cemetery on a hill.

We watched the plumes paint the sky grey
As she laughed and danced through the field of graves
There I knew it would be alright
That everything would be alright.

And the news reports on the radio
Said it was getting worse
As the ocean air fanned the flame.
But I couldn't think of anywhere I would have rather been
To watch it all burn away.