Testo Cold Night

It’s been one year

since you turned your self
back into dust a temper tantrum
you’ll never rust

and i’ll never feel right
I'm up at night

I guess this is life you perish or you survive

was there something I could have told you
to carry you through the cold night
or were you already sold

to my daughter you’ll be some ancient memory
if we even mention you at all…
it’s to scary

now the rest of us are permanently
fucked up
I thought things had been looking up your life’s a bust
was there something I could have told you
to carry you through the cold night
or were you already sold

I regret all the times when I didn’t respond to you
but the wires might have gotten crossed
and anyway you were already lost

it’s been one year since you turned your
self back into dust a temper tantrum
you wouldn’t let yourself rust
there was any discussion