Everything Is in Your Hands - Old Gray

Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head

I can’t handle anymore, phone calls telling me another friend is dead

And I miss your laugh and I miss your smile

It’d be nice to hear from you every once in a while but you’re gone

I will never be able to ask how you’ve been

Or where you are or how could I lose another friend?

I tried to destroy me too

Hell only knows what I’ve been through

So I left my regrets at the foot of my bed

And I promised when I’m older, I wouldn’t forget

How to cut myself open just to rinse myself clean again

Your death hangs over my every move

Everything is a constant reminder of you

So you haunt me, so that I can, so that I can haunt you too

I can haunt you too, if you want me to

I can haunt you too, like you want me to