To see my moms cry
As meemaw laid cold dead in her casket
Who knew this would be the day my basket got torn to pieces
Looked at my life and realized that I was never breathin
Didn't asked for this but
I was chosen
Resilience shining as brightly as the farmer's favorite fruit lingering ripe
Prime to the villager's liking
And yet
I still hurt inside when I remember I played guitar hero tour longer that day than I
Ever gave thought to the desolation of your melodic phrase
Why is it always too late?
I wouldn't turn back time
But I'd tell you about my first date
And hear you tell me how tall I've grown
And that I can always hit you up no matter how late
It's gotten to
Dear god I miss you
If He helped me out once in a while I wouldn't be drinking myself to sleep
Thinking about you, Larry, great grandma and how my life has become so bleak
Singing my campfire song for the 5th time this week with
Still nobody listening
With
Still nobody listening
With
