memo to self
when your eyes cry
from your breath
about a love one's death
it's real
yeah your soul just can't sit still
about the way you feel today
about Grandma Gaynell
man, i wish i had a wishing-well
to bring her
because the fact that i didn't really get to her
or show her....
who i grow to be...
really bother me...
tremendously
oooowee, i wish i had a key
to heaven
yeah because i been without her
since i was 7
and now i'm 40
and feeling blue
for things i never knew
or got a chance to do
with her
yeah seeing as though...
we were living in another state
and her body wasn't doing so great
yeah i hate that she died
and she's not by my side
but she is in my heart
and in my tears
after all these years
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