I placed some flowers at your mothers grave
beneath the dirt now she rests safe
I'm so sorry for your loss, we never stop to count the cost
before the price gets too much to pay
we are lost before we are saved, & some are never saved,
some are never saved
Darling, it's not you, or me.
Darling, be all that you can be, all that you can be.
Beneath the tension that was laid
lies a love that could be saved
with intent we could stop the rot, who are the haves & have nots
would you rather go without
chasing ghosts with a painful pout, It doesn't suit you now it's clear
just come over here