Days, places, and history I'll never forget Times, paces, and the closest I can ever get No matter how many faces I see everyday Yours is the one I want to bury in my chest
In a graveyard of memories I find myself digging. Searching for something. For us. Seeing your skeleton holding mine hurts. A teardrop lands on our skeletons and they collapse. That is why I burried us. I got tired of cleaning up the mess. *let us stay 6 feet under the ground
