Texty: Black Veil Brides. We Stitch These Wounds. The Mortician's Daughter.

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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

(Thanks to Hollyy for these lyrics)