Good Things - A Wake

Open the closet door
And I'll help you find the little black dress that you've been searching for
It's like we've spent our lives driving towards a funeral
And I can think of nothing to say at all
But goddamn, you look beautiful

Cold as a tomb
I'm going white at the sight of you
Shivers down your spine, the bloods run dry
And now you're running out of time
You've got the whole world in your hands
And tonight I'll bring you back to life again
Back to life again

And on the drive home you tore at your dress
You said the color black just reminds you of death
Everyone around you is a walking cliche
Offering up condolences and laughing about the good days
Your breath is dancing on the windshield, I tried to grab your hands
But even my touch feels like a body bag

Cold as a tomb
I'm going white at the sight of you
Shivers down your spine, the bloods run dry
And now you're running out of time
You've got the whole world in your hands
And tonight I'll bring you back to life again

Told you not to get sick, now you won't get better
Told you not to get sick, now you're stuck forever
Finally got you home and I put you to bed and in the morning we'll wake up and we'll do it all again
One day I'll bring you home just to lay you to rest and in the morning I'll wake up to a brand new nightmare
(Tell her you love her, float away)
(Tell her you love, before its too late)

Tell her you love her and float away

Written by:
Cameron Sacchet

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