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Dedicated to Ben
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The Ideal amount of sympathy
Hung above your head.
Almost like a guillotine,
The words that went unsaid.
And you crashed on the highway.
What was I to do?
I still hear ambulance sirens,
From my living room.
One red rose,
On your tombstone.
And I still hope
One day you’ll come back home.
The ideal amount of life to live,
The room is empty.
Raindrops rolling through a sieve.
Your friends around me.
And you crashed on the highway.
What was I to do?
I still hear ambulance sirens,
From my living room.
One red rose,
On your tombstone.
And I still hope
One day you'll come back home.
And every time I pass a semi on the highway,
I remember the last time I saw you.
The asphalt breathes to match your last breaths
And I exhale with it.
They all say you left too soon,
But they will never know why.
Because we all have spent years and years and years
Never wanting to die, but being too afraid to live.
Yet still we feel you in the cracks on the pavement.
We hear you in the humming of the telephone wires.
We see your smile in the shining of the streetlamps.
We spend our whole lives searching for happiness,
Only to realize it was right in front of us once it is too late
Now each time I look in my rear view mirror,
I'm reminded, I'm reminded.
And you crashed on the highway.
What was I to do?
I still hear ambulance sirens,
From my living room.
One red rose,
On your tombstone.
And I still hope
One day you'll come back home.
credits
released May 7, 2018
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by J.D. Lee at RFG Studios
Storm Noble: Guitar
Chris Gorman: Drums
Cameron Price: Bass
Owen Myers: Guitar
Brady Trax: Vocals
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