I'm fairly certain there is no Heaven.
I still think of you there.
I like to imagine you standing on a cloud
looking down at us.
And you asking Kurt for a light on
your cigarette
And you telling everyone the story
of how we met
And you asking god all those
questions you wondered about
I bet you sing so out of key it ****** all
the other angels off.
I bet you regret your decision
I know I do
Above all else I sure as Hell
like to think you're missing me.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I'm fairly certain there is no Heaven.
I still think of you there.
I like to imagine you standing on a cloud
looking down at us.
And you asking Kurt for a light on
your cigarette
And you telling everyone the story
of how we met
And you asking god all those
questions you wondered about
I bet you sing so out of key it ****** all
the other angels off.
I bet you regret your decision
I know I do
Above all else I sure as Hell
like to think you're missing me.