Mama come find me
I'm only five...

His eyes hold the world
the heavy blue...

I own myself
You know that's true...

1,000 times
we've sat and talked...

I worked myself up
and I made myself sick...

It's such a beautiful day, Baby,
and I wish you were here...

He sat by her bedside
every day...

I keep thinkin if I called
just one more time...

There are many conversations
and many thoughts...

Getting pushed off the edge
never really is fun...

Cool air
and bright lights...

Stand up real quick
and push in your chair...