I signed the sarcophagus
Wrote my own obituary in February
But I couldn't carry the weight
As my body decayed
I saw your face I thought of ways
That we could make a haven but it's tasteless
To
Keep reminiscing of the past
The dirt above me might be all I ever have
And as I spoke a strike of lightning turned the ground to glass
And as I spoke a strike of lightning turned the ground to
I signed the sarcophagus
Wrote my own obituary in February
But I couldn't carry the weight
As my body decayed
I saw your face I thought of ways
That we could make a haven but it's tasteless
To
Keep reminiscing of the past
The dirt above me might be all I ever have
And as I spoke a strike of lightning turned the ground to glass