Your letter came yesterday. You're flying home for Christmas. Could you stop to see me smile. . Sat down to remember. All the pain we shared. And I drifted to times not so hard.
Fly inside. Feel me dealing. Holding on to a story just told. About a man who's the life of a funeral. Grabbing on to a woman who's soul. He just stole for a dream he don't believe in.
Something so innocent,. began then came and went. keeps coming back to around to haunt you in the end.. You think we're fighting now,. it's all the same somehow,.