Everyday it's the same
I wake up and realize that you're still gone
From there it hits me all at once
And then tears come
It feels like I'm drowning
How long will it hurt when people say your name in past tense?
It feels like the only way to be closer to you
Is to do the things we used to do together
But even that makes me cry
Yet I do it anyway
I would gladly listen to the songs that played at your funeral
Even if it brings up those images of you laying still in that casket
Because it makes me feel closer to you
I'm some odd way