before you get that shotgun
before you hold it to your head
i want you to think of me.

before you set your suns,
before you're already dead,
i want you to dream.

that day i kissed you
the first day we met
because i was broken,
and you were too
and we got caught in some endless
mess

and then we stopped talking
but don't think of that
because i'm still here today
and i want you to be here
tomorrow

six feet under, the soil is not calling
for you
remember the forest where we sat
i felt alive and okay
no fear,
no sorrow

i want you to think of these
before you go
i will write you a million words
if it'll change your mind.

we hid away behind towering trees
watching the smoke blow
i hope you heard
when i told you, you're one of a kind.

remember when we slept together
and how it was all so awkward
because we weren't meant for each other
but yet, here we are.

i don't know why you came into my life
but i can't let you go out.
don't extinguish the flame
that blessed us with you.

i know it gets hard to fight
and no matter how loud you scream, or shout
it still remains the same
nothing left to lose.

please think of me
before you go
your death breath will rattle in me
get caught in my throat
and we will breathe no more
hearts too sore

please don't go.