closed casket. - deadbeatteen

My lungs are getting weaker

I been breathing all these lies

Cuz my secrets gettin harder for me to confide

And I’ve lost all my pride

I’m 40 years below death

So when I meet my maker

I hope it runs and hides

Sitting in my guest room

Cryin over all these pictures

Of me and you

And I don’t wanna feel alone

I guess I got you by me with your soul

And life is a fucking gift

Man I don’t even know

I guess I got some coal cuz

I’m never satisfied with anything

So I’ll tie the rope tight

And I’ll never think of you again

Waking up I’m pissed

I don’t wanna get up now

Reading text off my phone

Remind me that I’ll never amount

To anything that I have

I can’t even fucking smile

I just want you back

Haven’t seen you in a while