end of the world

it’s kinds of sad
one that’s good and one that’s bad
I feel ‘em both
whenever I see you

you still make me smile
but I’m just glad for every mile
that you put between us
when you walked away

you still make me cry
you make me paint
and you make me write
and you keep me up all night singing these songs to you

and at the end of the world
if I am lucky enough
to still be awake
then I’ll undoubtedly think of you
and that’s a promise I made
on the day that we met

it’s kinds of love
one below and one above
but I feel ‘em both
whenever I see you

you live in my heart
and girl I carry you and you’re a part
of every breath I take
and everything I do

perhaps it’s just in my head
but there are nights
when I wish you were dead
but I can’t count all the curses I put on you

and at the end of the world
if I am lucky enough
to still be awake
then I’ll undoubtedly think of you
cause that’s a promise I made
on the day that we met

(This is a song by Our Lady of the Highway called End of the World. I didn’t write it, but it speaks for me awfully well.)