I don't know how to deal with death
It's always been the same since I was 10

Cryin' at a hearse
Cryin' 8 years later
It's always hittin' me when everyone's grief is over

I'd think the baseball blanket kept you warm at night
You didn't need the heat in 90 degrees of sunlight

Cryin' at a hearse
Cryin' 8 years later
It's always hittin' me when everyone's grief is over

You always said you were lucky
Guess I'm lucky too
You were starin' down at me
Maybe you are now too
Perched in a recliner chair
Tellin' me that I was smart
Tellin' me you'd see me later

But that really wasn't fair