Lyrical light pours into the ashtray
That i make your unmarked grave,
I wish you all the best, wherever you are
Wherever the winds have taken
Your burnt bones and skin shed,
Salt of the sea, and the tears i refuse to
Let them see
Soul all that is left
I'll bet to haunt me,
Punch, plaster cracked
I cannot stand to see myself weep at you
I will not fold, will not falter,
Will not give in as you did
not to the casket i wish to drag you out of
Mother, i love you, i love you more than
I could ever admit that you are
You can’t leave me alone
I'll fold and falter,
fall