The course of two years
didn't come cheap

We spilt blood and money
Because living isn't free

Neither is dying
you said to me

So we hang onto our bittersweet
memories

Singing Paramore
into an empty sea

Bring more bottles home to me
at least I can press my lips to them
and remember
how you kissed me

Your alcoholism is killing you
My dreams go with you
into our placid sea

may the sweet lord
recognize you

your body
has been the cost of living

two years
didn't come cheap