Count down the days, dear, Until I fall into place here.
I will be upstairs til then, looking for new ways to process the old days.
Gift wrapped and red penned, I wish I could stay here.
Call off the search on me now. You know where I'll be found. (6 feet underground) Darling just look down.
I knew I'd find you here, It seems all so clear just like your favorite song. ringing for o so long. I know you had to go but I didn't think it'd be so soon.
Count down the days, dear, until I fall into place here.
beside you now. beside you now.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Count down the days, dear, Until I fall into place here.
I will be upstairs til then, looking for new ways to process the old days.
Gift wrapped and red penned, I wish I could stay here.
Call off the search on me now. You know where I'll be found. (6 feet underground) Darling just look down.
I knew I'd find you here, It seems all so clear just like your favorite song. ringing for o so long. I know you had to go but I didn't think it'd be so soon.
Count down the days, dear, until I fall into place here.
beside you now. beside you now.
inspired and heavily copied from Meridian if I dare tell the truth.
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