Stop moving time I'm sick of everybody dying-
Young, I know that I can't spend
Another night alone in my cold bedroom crying
For friends no longer with me
I know that it is wrong
You wouldn't want this
But I can't help how I feel
Without you
Pass by the funeral home everyday en route to Annie's house
That ghost is always with me
My voice will tense I try to smile my heart is racing
She don't know that I'm thinking
About that late night in June
I got the phone call
And we were crying thinking about you down
By the river
In South Side
