The Mortician's daughter.

I open my lungs dear,

I sing this song at funerals... No rush.

These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.

A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly.

Missing hotel beds I feel your touch.


I will wait dear,

A patient of eternity, my crush.

A universal still, No rust.

No dust will ever grow in this frame,

One million years I will say your name.

I love you more than I can ever scream.

We booked our flight those years ago,

I said I love you as I left you.

Regrets still haunt my hollow head,

But I promised you I will see you again, again.

I sit here and smile dear,

I smile because I think of you and blush.

These bleeding hollow dials... This fuss.

A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel.

A bleeding heart and conquer every crutch.

We booked our flight those years ago,

You said you loved me as you left me.

Regrets still haunt your saddened head but I promised you I will see you.

We booked our flight those years ago,

I said I loved you and I left you.

Regrets no longer in my head,

I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again.

I'm home again