When the telephone range i herd the sad call
i let the phone drop and it broke from the fall
it shattered like my heart did the second i heard
that your bodies on the ground and your souls with bird
i drank myself to death but i didn\'t die
i just lay there as the puke got crusty and dry
i lay there until the day they put u in the ground
hearing shovels moving dirt,I\'ll never forget the sound
every day i stand next to u with a rock in my throat
a Boycey of flowers and an overcoat
to think being next to u used to make me smile
but now sitting emotionless has become our style
and now that your not here
my best friends name is beer
Im cheating on Mary Jane
with this b**ch named c0ca1ne
with out u here its not the same
that night was the night u killed yourself and suicides the b**ch i blame
this one isn\'t made by me its made by my good friend mike....i love him to death.
