do the dead know who cries for them, who brings them gifts and lies with them, chainsmoking in the grass with butterflies wondering what could’ve been,
the darkness takes us all but i can’t seem to shake this one, it was yesterday we were up all night causing trouble and having fun, i’m sorry that i let you down and i’m sorry i can’t tell you that, i hate this empty feeling trying to figure out just where you’re at,
who’s gonna take my calls at four am i wanna hear your voice, i’d slap you in your face and tell you not to if i had the choice, but i don’t no more so i cry myself to sleep reading our messages, feeling like i could’ve saved you, but i know i couldn’t save you.
there is no god to take us into his ethereal embrace, there’s no white lights and angels waiting for us to open the gates, and i’m fine with that i’ve accepted it and i know the thought is comforting, but i like to live in darkness and in sadness and in suffering, and death won't wait for anyone not even kings on card 13,
i just wanna know one thing it’s making me so sick to death, driving myself up the wall i’ll never come back down again, you’d hate to see me hurt myself i’m not as bad as i have been, i haven’t slept in days it’s making me so sick to death,