Closet filled to the brim with miserabilia
I often count how many steps we are apart
Flip over in bed, and smell you in my pillows
I see a bull running in the fields and I'm scared
Waking up 900 miles away from home expecting to see you
Floating face down in the Okanogan river
I was scared my rock would sink, and it did, and you did
If you died I wouldn't be light but I wouldn't be heavy anymore
Happy anniversary
If you died I wouldn't be light but I wouldn't be heavy anymore
Happy anniversary
If you died I wouldn't be light but I wouldn't be heavy
I wouldn't be heavy anymore
I wouldn't be heavy anymore
Happy anniversary
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