my minds been wondering
thoughts always thundering
do people ever take into account
that two can't love the same amount
come down, pile up, so much snow
so many blows
still think about you in those clothes
still trying to decompose
wish i could send you another and a rose
i'd ask you
do you know what it's like to be this low
but then again, you don't have a soul
and i think down the road
you'll come back
i might think what the heck
but i hope i don't
i hope i'm grown
i hope i'm not alone