Your hair started falling out again
And the bruises on your hand ain't fading
I miss you in the month of April where we sat at the coffee table
Talked about the future once again, old friend
Now all we talk about is will arrangements
I've started cleaning window panes because your body's no longer able without the support of a frame
Carry that thought around my neck like an albatross
I'm mourning your death before you've even left
I got your name tattooed on my chest
In a small flower arrangement to remind me of the days
We'd let the soil fall against our necks
Gardenhead