should I stop writing about you?
if I'm writing about what's on my mind then I'll never be able to
I see you on every side walk I pass
In every store I go into
In every room of my house
In my bedroom
In my bed
In my dreams
No, you're never leaving.
But I never want you to.
When I talk to people all I see is their ****** expressions as an entire town watched you get buried
Every street corner I pass, you're standing there and your eyes are screaming help me
Every store I go into your laugh is chasing me down the isles
You're sitting on my couch
You're drunk on my floor
You're snoring in my bed
You're standing nose to nose with me screaming wake up please wake up
Come wipe my tears and I'll return the favor
I hope to see you soon, angel
You'll **** me if I don't do it first