On tuesday i got the call 

That [bad word] phone call

Id been bracing for all week. 

No dont say it.

I watched her crawl in bed with you

I watched her wet your lips 

And couldnt do a god damned thing

I watched you shake i watched our hearts break 

I couldnt wrap my fingers around your spine 

And shake it loose from the bone

I couldnt fight against the loss 

I never set fire to your bed

I never burnt the bed sores

I never ate the flame or drank the sweat 

But if it burns me up 

I wont char half as much as ill keep warm. 

Life goes on because it has to these things

They never leave they stay with you 

The smell of the viewing 

Your friends singing your praises

The flower boot that never bloomed until we lost you

The first christmas we suffered through 

Room 211 kissing your head

The last look into your eyes 

Not having the words to say thank you

Say good bye.