Grey afternoons, sunless and sullenly
To all that is lost it was everything
Rose oil scented bedclothes
Ghostly fading flowers
To all that remains it's worth nothing
Pacing the rugs threadbare
Longing to have her here
Table measured for two and found wanting
To spit the final rites
Testing my resolve
To all that's in my way it's all I know
Resist the darkest hours
I know I tried
It's just too much to bear sometimes
Manic empty circles where my eyes used to be
Hold on, I'm on my way to free you from your grave
Do you sleep in safety or lie awake at night?
It's not our last tomorrow
It's not our last goodbye
I hear your still heart beating from deep beneath the soil
You are just as lovely as when they laid you low
A field of withered lillies stretch before me tonight
We'll lie in grievous pastures
Your cold dead hands in mine
We stayed up all hours talking endlessly
Our conversations are a bit one sided, honestly
Still she listed to every word, head tilted to one side
She doesn't miss her friends, and well, neither do I
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