Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead & Mark Tremonti
Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead
Bury Your Dead
This is a letter I started and
I'll never get the chance to finish it
I left the spaces here for you to fill in
Cross them out, cross me out of the picture
We've been living a weeks worth of truth in a years worth of lies
Now I feel so damaged
So broken
So hollow
Reach out for me
Touch these cracking ribs
Sometimes I think you forgot my name
Sometimes I feel you forget my face
The way you lick your lips
Your body temperature climbs
You look at me like you were looking at him last night
The way you lick your lips
Your body temperature climbs
Sometimes I think you forgot my name
Sometimes I feel you forget my face