كلمات Funeral

Tell me what it was That you kept inside your wallet Maybe pictures from high school Or old wrinkled receipts Did you hold onto that note that I wrote you years ago That carried all the words I couldn’t say to you so Tell me about how you thought that I turned out Did you expect better? Or were you not surprised at all? Our hands held together I remember them feeling cold As we sat there crying At your mother’s funeral I left Took the exit out to the street I felt Guilty standing there on two healthy feet I went To a bar and had a few drinks How does this keep happening? I left Took the exit out to the street I felt Guilty standing there on two healthy feet I went To a bar and had a few drinks How does this keep happening to me?