On the day you died I cut my hair for the funeral And on memorial day, I started drinking Because it got kind of hard just sitting there thinking, About mom all alone in that house And I’m too far away to do our lunch dates She misses the regimen, She misses the annoyances The free time is bittersweet
I’m begging for the same flake to fall twice for the first time,
I’m begging for what wasn’t said.
That night the snow shaped the land, and I walked home,
I laughed the whole way because I suppose if it hurts, It’s worth it.