Misfortunate Sons Bury Me
I can't keep all this in my head
I'm dying trying to forget
Bury what's left of the truth that you
Carried all these years
It will never be like it was
So I'm begging you just to stay here
The memory is all that I have left,
And I'm just trying to be the better man
It's not the way that I want to see you,
But I am getting so used to that face
I swear it kills me every day
Oh, explain to me how this is not insanity
In the night, we lived under
A different light, and our hearts,
They would align and fall out again
As the sun came up, as the sun came up...
We have never been the same since then
It's not the way that I want to see you,
But I am getting so used to that face
I swear it kills me every day
I know I've f..cked up. I know I've let down
Everyone who's put any faith in me
I just wish that I could see clearly
When we wake up in the morning,
We will find that we are different people
Than we were before
We cannot keep living this way
Bury me; we'll pretend to forget
Bury me; never speak of this
I can't keep all this in my head
I'm dying trying to forget
