"Eulogy" lyrics

"Eulogy"

I see your eyes, in my mind
But the moment fades, slips away
And when I wake, I curse the day
Wanna torch the sky
See it falling in flames

I'd burn up to see you again

I'll carve out my lungs and it's all just to see you again
I'm sick in my gut from the poison I drank to forget

And since you've gone, I can't forget
What I didn't say
That it's much to late
I feel you here, in my heart
But sometimes, I fall
I'm gonna crawl in the dark

I'll carve out my lungs and it's all just to see you again
I'm sick in my gut from the poison I drank to forget

I'm trapped in my withering skin
Oh, no, no
To pride and remember the dead
I'll dig my grave and wait here for you to realize

I'll carve out my lungs and it's all just to see you again
I'm sick in my gut from the poison I drank to forget

You leave me empty inside
I'm trying to hold on


Writer(s): Christopher Lane Conley, David Ispen Soloway, Pete Parada, Manuel Ragoonanan Carrero, Chris Conley, David Soloway, Manny Carrero
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