Without You

Call it by what it is

I don’t think I can handle it

I feel it slipping out of my grip

Down into the abyss

Be just who you needed when you were a young kid

I really fucking mean it

I feel heavier with every miss

Darling I’m without you

Without you

He’s been trying to talk to me

In the wind and in the tall trees

I know that it was real, if a little bit surreal

You don’t get what you deserve

You lose what you give and you get what you take

Don’t forget about my young boy

Dying on the tree trunk

I’ll love it when you say my name

Beauty’s where you find it

I really fucking mean it

I feel heavier with every miss

Darling I’m without you

Without you

Oh now I’m without you

Without you

So I blame it on his deep last breath

Blame it on this fucked up mess

Blame it all

Aim it all

No, don't stop living

Don’t stop

You’re living