Forsaken

The cedar doesn't do much for these memories

I am as cold as the monuments you left for me

And another one passes in the evening

A knee deep grave and the two that raised

and a tin box for the two that I loved

And I carry on

Please lay out my best suit for me

and tell me every word you want to hear

Every word you have said to yourself to be perfect in the end

and I carry on

A tin box for the two that loved

Carry on