To the Death

I need a spell to stop my friends from feeling guilty every time they talk about you

How every sentence led to the last words that they might have said

It's like I've lost a part of them too

So I talk to you

I need a drink

I need the distance that the daylight brings to drift into the sleep I lose each night

Your boys parade their sorrows, say there's nothing that they could have done

And I hate myself for thinking they're right

So no more songs about suicide

Break the swagger in yr stride

And here's to the death

To the holes in whatever's left

If we're supposed to make the most of every moment

Then how come all the memories I keep are shrapnel sharp, embedded deep?

If you could see the mess you'd leave, would you still?

(If you could see this)

So here's to the hope

How each and every rope thrown out forms bridges we can build without you

How we talk in abstract terms about our grief and how it strengthens us

And secretly hope that it's true

Still opens wounds on your birthday

Like one dumb legacy

And here's to the death

To the holes in whatever's left

If we're supposed to make the most of every moment

Then how come all the memories I keep are shrapnel sharp, embedded deep?

If you could see the mess you'd leave, would you still?

(If you could see this)

Yeah, would you still?

And oh my god!

Then how come all the memories I keep are shrapnel sharp, embedded deep?

If you could see the mess you'd leave, would you?

(If you could see this)