I'm wandering through the graveyard
thinking of you
and I gladly pour a healthy gulp of my booze
out for you
and it'll sink down
into the dirt
and eventually down to the underworld
and it might have a little bit of dirt in it
when you finally get around to drinking it
and I'm throwing cigarettes into the fire
just for you
and I'll watch as the smoke clouds grow higher and higher
up to you
and god will say
god will say "hey"
"there's no smoking in here"
and you'll say
"hey man I thought this was heaven
why don't you crack open a beer
and try to enjoy yourself, Jesus Christ"
and I don't know
what to say
I miss you
and I wish you could have stayed