Everything Is In Your Hands

Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head
I can't handle anymore, phone calls telling me another friend is dead

And I miss your laugh and I miss your smile
It'd be nice to hear from you every once in a while but you're gone

I will never be able to ask how you’ve been
Or where you are or how could I lose another friend?
I tried to destroy me too
Hell only knows what I’ve been through

So I left my regrets at the foot of my bed
And I promised when I’m older, I wouldn’t forget
How to cut myself open just to rinse myself clean again

Your death hangs over my every move
Everything is a constant reminder of you
So you haunt me, so that I can, so that I can haunt you too

I can haunt you too if you want me to