and when I hear of your death,

I will fall to my knees and weep

for I will know that all I have now are memories.
I will not be able to call you out of the blue.
I will not be able to drive by and not stop.

I will not know that you are ok and safe and warm.
I will weep because a part of me dies with you.
I weep now thinking of that day.

You are my rotten lover baby.

No other as pure as ours.

I will weep the day I hear of your death.
Most of me dies with you.