White Lines

Six hours ago You said "i'll be right back. Just need a few things, i promise i'll be quick" A knock on the door A man outside he says I'm sorry you need to hear this Please can i come inside After three years of searching I finally found the spot Two rows back in that goddamn parking lot It's next to the lamp post and looks like all the rest But this one is different because It's where you drew your last breath It's been two weeks since i've been home I can't look her in the eye I have to be strong for her When's a good time for me to cry? Sleepless nights on dirty couches And cold front seats But that goddamn parking lot Still haunts me in my dreams After three years of searching I finally found the spot Two rows back in that goddamn parking lot It's next to the lamp post and looks like all the rest But this one is different because It's where you drew your last breath What does it mean to be the ones left behind? You're an empty chair I'm just a troubled mind Empty bottles and painted over memories Are all i have left to show This is survivor's guilt This is survivor's guilt This is survivor's guilt I thought you were invincible But you couldn't win against yourself