Love After Death
December 13, 2006
Hey babe, I’m talking to you
You used to be kind enough to listen
If you could stop speaking over me
You’ll see it’s me that you’re missin’
My stare no longer works
Your look, it just goes right through
It’s like I don’t even exist
When I stand in front of you
Who’s that guy you’re with?
You let him puts his hands on you
And it causes me great pain
To see that it’s not just us two
Why do I only feel warm
When you are kneeling over me
I wish you would see me more often
Not quite begging, but this is a plea
If you have to carry on
With me not in your life
You should remember one thing
I would have made you my wife