Went to the parkway, it was a Sunday
It was cold and the air was thin
You knew I'd listen if you were whispering
Crane my neck and watch your lips
That's when I looked up
All the way up into the godless sky
And then you looked down
Right through the ground
A bed for the end of our lives
Do you talk about me when I'm not around
Tell me when you're feeling things
I'll talk you down
Watch from the back seat, fingers in ripped jeans
All I want for Christmas is you
You said"it's better to be my chauffeur
That way you can be subdued"
That's when I climbed up
Up to the front
Shotgun between my eyes
Then you moved your hand
You made a stand
Shark bites all over my thighs
Do you think about me when I'm not around
Tell me when you're feeling things
I'll talk you down
Do you think about me when I'm in the room
Tell me when you're not okay
I'll be there soon
I still talk about you like you're still around
Kept getting out of bed, I know you'd be so proud
I still think about you like you're in the room
Talking to the flowers and they miss you too