Run to the states
And they’re asking who it is she dates
And I’m so focused on 
People being gone 
That I can’t see them when they are here
And, Lord knows, I hold them dear
But I just cannot contort into shapes
The air in my lungs escapes
As I try to be the solid stance
Then a beautiful boy asks me to dance
And I say no because he wants a kiss
And I know I would miss
If I ever thought to try
I just wonder what will happen when we all die
And western society is obsessed with youth
It always seemed a little uncouth
At a three day wake
You’d swear the dead would make the ground quake 
And join in the festivity
All joking aside they are still with me
I feel my grandmother’s breath against my cheek 
And when I feel weak 
I know her prayers save my life
I don’t think she knew the strife
I walked through when she was alive
But I let the veil fall and our love survive
The transition out of form 
And she may not have been warm 
When she lay so still 
But her spirit never will 
Grow cold as the grave
She is the power that save
Me from my own mistakes 
I let her help and the fever breaks 

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