They found her face down in the water,
peaceful as can be,
but none the less, I found a dress as black as black should be.
Never-mind the sullen voices, calling out her name,
soon you'll see, It'll be just me, alone down by her grave.
A rose for her, a glass for me, both smell about the same.
But the numbness borne of the shot will cool her grave for me.
Warm summer breeze, come and lay with me,
the lonesomeness I find today, Dear Lord, just let me be.
This heart of mine, wont fill with time or any love I say I'd find.
There's only one, shines like the sun even 6 feet under me.
Laying down next to her grave, I doubt much peace I'd find.
Hear me now; I hate the sound, of no heartbeat with mine.
Lovely nothing, lovely nothing, I find myself alone.
But with a drink and time to think...
Death just might feel like home.
