Dec 17, 2005 11:29
Today a walk to forget.
I'd rather open up this casket and jump inside.
Sleep under the stars with you tonight.
I'd rather be below than ever be without you.
Your funeral can make it hard to breathe.
They're few and far between.
The days are seeming shorter
these nights seem so much longer.
I'm laying here when
I should be there with you.