When I see the pictures on the wall
I can't help but think back to it all
Right back from when you were small
Cold nights where I longed for your warmth
Beach walks where all we did was talk
All we did was talk
You ran your fingers through my hair
Ensured I was your only care
Our lips locked, every time you said goodnight
I'm sick of watching you
Always longing for the past
When witnessed your last breath though the glass
Those times cruising in your car with the windows down and the volume way Too loud
Volume way too loud
Still I talk with your mother we laugh and cry with tears from our eyes
Our love story won't die
I loved you everyday now I call your voice mail to
Hear you say I can't make your call please try another day
I'm sick of watching you though the glass always longing for the past
When witnessed your last breath
I'm sick of watching you though the glass always longing for the past
When witnessed your last breath, though the glass