holding my hand upward towards you, can you feel my flesh touch yours
i feel you with me still, as much as i miss you i know you're there
i feel bad that i'm the one you have to hold onto these days, can't be much fun to follow
but hey, c'est la vie, right?
i'll keep missing you until i get to see you again
just give me a few years, maybe a good 70 of 'em if i'm lucky
but if you don't want to wait around for me i wont blame you
sorry for everything
i should have been better back then
