Loss
So draw me one more coffin nail; paint it in my skin
Warped and twisted like my soul, from the grief I hold within

I’ve carried this for months, still I feel guilt beneath the weight
For my mourning of a father and a son they can’t replace

More than brothers in arms
Cut from the same cloth
We’re not so different you and me
So why’d you have to leave?
It comes in waves, from day to day
For what it’s worth I’m drowning
But now it’s clear to see
There’s no such thing as happy endings

I still remember Friar Street; the crooked buildings and cobbled stone
I still visit every now and then; that place we called a home

I’ve carried this for months, still I feel guilt beneath the weight
For my mourning of a father and a son they can’t replace
I’ve buried family before, but somehow this isn’t the same
I never thought I’d live to see your final resting place
More than brothers in arms
Cut from the same cloth
We’re not so different you and me
So why’d you have to leave?
It comes in waves, from day to day
For what it’s worth I’m drowning
But now it’s clear to see
There’s no such thing as happy endings

For every rose, life hands you thorns
Not deserving of this pain, or that cold maternal scorn
I turn my head to the sky, and vow to be kind
I hope you feel this love I’m sending
There’s no happy endings