It sure has been quite a year, waiting on things to change   I heard that while you were asleep you forgot to breathe   My shoulders aren't strong enough to carry you to the morgue   But that went unnoticed   You always were one to ignore your heart      It's like I'm rewriting his story with permanent ink      It sure has been quite a year, waiting for snow to fall   And bury me with you, a whole new perspective on the truth...      -----------------      I was stumbling in between a marriage in surgery   If you left it up to me, I'd write my own eulogy   I unraveled all the seams, and you're still a part of me   But if you left it up to me, I'd write my own history      (I'll be floating all the way above ordinary people)