When she gets back

She's gonna want a 30 rack

When she gets back

She's gonna want a 30 rack

When she gets back

She's gonna wanna smoke some crack

[spoken]

And so, while you're missing these mundane things the most, and you're tryna figure out how to maintain in your brain that her death is a fact, you catch yourself thinking

'well, you know, when she gets back-'

And then you grieve. Again. And it's new. And it's old. And it's constant