I open my lungs dear
I sing this song at funerals... no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly,
This pain it visits almost nightly
Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch.
I will await dear, a patience of eternity, my
crush.
A universe so still.
No rust.
No dust will ever grow on this frame,
One million years, and I will say your
name.
I love you more than I can ever
scream.
Mortician's Daughter (We Stitch These Wounds)
