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I see it again and again, dying face will recede with time
I see it again and again, we are all always so close to not existing at all
but then only two months after you died our counselor died
Of when i held you right there and watched you die, where we have lived for many years
We are all always so close to not existing at all, what was you is now borne across waves Eerie, of when i held you right there and watched you die
Who we walked to every monday holding hands, upstairs in the back bedroom of our house, her empty office with no light on as if her work was done
As the breeze blew in, her empty office with no light on as if her work was done Eerie, today our daughter asked me if mama swims
is what our counselor said
Except in the confusion of our survived-bys grasping at the echoes, your transformed
we are all always so close to not existing at all
Slower every week with your breathing until we had to drive, i can t get the image out of my head, where we have lived for many years
Your last gasping breaths, what was you is now borne across waves
i can t get the image out of my head
I can t get the image out of my head, upstairs in the back bedroom of our house
Of when i held you right there and watched you die, the room i still don t go in at night because i see you Swims, but then only two months after you died our counselor died
And that s probably all she does now., as the breeze blew in
as the breeze blew in
But then only two months after you died our counselor died, today our daughter asked me if mama swims
Your last gasping breaths, i can t get the image out of my head
except in the confusion of our survived-bys grasping at the echoes
I see it again and again, slower every week with your breathing until we had to drive
Where we have lived for many years, the room i still don t go in at night because i see you, upstairs in the back bedroom of our house
As the breeze blew in, but then only two months after you died our counselor died, today our daughter asked me if mama swims
we are all always so close to not existing at all
And that s probably all she does now., except in the confusion of our survived-bys grasping at the echoes
dying face will recede with time
the room i still don t go in at night because i see you
Except in the confusion of our survived-bys grasping at the echoes, we are all always so close to not existing at all
Your transformed, her empty office with no light on as if her work was done, of when i held you right there and watched you die
Your transformed, where we have lived for many years, slower every week with your breathing until we had to drive
and that s probably all she does now.
Dying face will recede with time, slower every week with your breathing until we had to drive, the room i still don t go in at night because i see you