More cemeteries as my thoughts grow old

This new being hit a worse new low

I'm tired of waiting

Nobody told the kid it’d hurt this bad

But he loves you

Mama's smiling

She makes him laugh

My disappointment

Painted my words black

This reckless joker

Drinks through his one-shot act

But he loves you

No one predicted the blow but him

Ask him

"what you crying for?"

"what you dying for?"