I don’t know how to deal with death It’s always been the same since I was 10
Cryin’ at a hearse Cryin’ 8 years later It’s always hittin’ 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
Cryin’ at a hearse Cryin’ 8 years later It’s always hittin’ me when everyone’s grief is over
You always said you were lucky Guess I’m lucky too You were starin’ down at me Maybe you are now too Perched in a recliner chair Tellin’ me that I was smart Tellin’ me you’d see me later