I think of you while underwater
And it makes me wonder
if this is what it feels like to die
Or if I'll ever understand god in this lifetime
But I know he still chokes
at the sound of you saying goodbye
And the angles still storm heaven
every Sunday night,
looking for the missing piece of your heart
with my name etched into the side
I would have died with you
once or twice
I would have dug up a grave,
fit just for us two
With my own marble hands
and flaccid nails
But you left me for bar fights
and short skirts and quiet sheets,
anything but dirt
*Oh god,
anything but dirt