Closed casket.

My lungs are getting weaker
I been breathing all these lies
Cuz my secrets gettin harder for me to confide
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
Crying over all these pictures
Of me and you
And i dont wanna feel alone (yeah)
I guess i got you by me with your soul
And life is a fucking gift
Man i dont 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