Urn

Sometimes, I wish that we buried you now
Assigned a location to my grief somehow
But I know that you would think the cemetery is silly
It's dust to me
Your ashes move too quickly

It's funny, numbers have significance now
Yeah, your birthday that kinda hurts me now
Like the day you died, the day you drank all that honey
Like the day you died, the day you got sick from drinking honey



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Lavers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link