For the Littlest Angels (Inspired by One Who Got Away)
I'm feeling overwhelmed; I can't seem to get ahead
No progress has been made; my sense of dread even more widespread
Last Christmas... it wasn't so great
Never got around to buying that extra stocking, and now I guess it's too late
We had names picked out; everything was going fine
But something went seriously wrong, and now we're going out of our fucking minds
I don't what's worse: the grief that we repress...
Or the fact that people won't stop giving their goddamned condolences
Well I tried to get by...
The hardest thing I had to face: a pride and joy I'll never embrace
Perhaps we made the announcement too soon
But how were we supposed to guess? And now we're stressed and guilt-consumed
Maybe we just need some time alone to cry, regroup and lick our wounds
There's nothing sadder than a death-filled womb
How was anyone to presume? I guess there'll be no baby boom...
If you would have stuck it out-delivery might have sucked...
But to end up in our loving arms, life wouldn't be so rough
I believe in karma (and) everything happens for a reason
Intellectually I'm cool, but emotionally I'm reeling
Still struggling to figure out how to memorialize our lost angel
No progress has been made; my sense of dread even more widespread
Last Christmas... it wasn't so great
Never got around to buying that extra stocking, and now I guess it's too late
We had names picked out; everything was going fine
But something went seriously wrong, and now we're going out of our fucking minds
I don't what's worse: the grief that we repress...
Or the fact that people won't stop giving their goddamned condolences
Well I tried to get by...
The hardest thing I had to face: a pride and joy I'll never embrace
Perhaps we made the announcement too soon
But how were we supposed to guess? And now we're stressed and guilt-consumed
Maybe we just need some time alone to cry, regroup and lick our wounds
There's nothing sadder than a death-filled womb
How was anyone to presume? I guess there'll be no baby boom...
If you would have stuck it out-delivery might have sucked...
But to end up in our loving arms, life wouldn't be so rough
I believe in karma (and) everything happens for a reason
Intellectually I'm cool, but emotionally I'm reeling
Still struggling to figure out how to memorialize our lost angel
Credits
Writer(s): Rich O'brien
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