the day i died

I called your number about a hundred times just to hear you ring

Imagining that you'd pick up that phone, and our lives continuing

I'll miss the times you were next to me, probably more in the spring

On my own without your existence, you're a pain in every instance

I would want to feel your touch, though I feel it'd be too much

Complaining about jurisdiction, sent away from your addiction

Now you're dead and six feet under

I found you lying there under my covers

Thin needles in your arm, body bruised and covered in scars

I guess I should've been alarmed

Your loving hands were no longer warm

We used to roam around in the yard

On the swings, into the road

As our knees cake up with mulch

Now my body's getting old

Now I think about you in passing

My life has changed and I'm not long lasting

So I guess this is my goodbye

See you then, nevermind

I'll remember all the times you were by my side

You took me for a hell of a ride

I never got to say goodbye

I wish I had a little more fight

I'm leaving soon and it doesn't feel right

Remember the old autumn woods

Our hideaway into the night

Carving our names into the tree

Our souls so far, now I'm out of sight

My body is getting old

My blood is turning cold

My body is getting old

My blood is growing old

My body is getting cold

My blood is running old