Six Years Lyrics - Bloomed - Richard Buckner

I went down to meet my maker 

And the water tastes salty 

What's on my lips, 

The letter you sent me 

I found a good friend 

But let her go to easily 

And what's on my mind, 

The last time you kissed me 

It was a foam splint-shackle 

And twenty hours on a train 

Six years and I wonder 

If you were worth the pain 

I'm wasting away wondering 

If I'll always love you only 

And what's holding my heart 

Is the way you used to hold me 

It was a foam splint-shackle 

And twenty hours on a train 

Six years and I wonder 

If you were worth the pain 

I went down to meet my maker 

And the water tastes salty 

What's on my lips, 

The letter you sent me 

I found a good friend 

But let her go to easily 

And what's on my mind, 

The last time you kissed me 

I'm wasting away wondering 

If I'll always love you only 

And what's holding my heart 

Is the way you used to hold me 

What's on my lips, 

The letter you sent me 

And what's on my mind, 

The last time you kissed me