I painted a picture of a blue sky, our family (the way we were, before we died) I hung it in your bedroom, so that you won't forget we used to be so happy, you used to be a kid before mom took emma, before dad went away... it's sad to think we had that, but worse to know it's gone from me to you, with sincerity, I won't ever leave but I'm tired, I'm weak from the smeared ink of it all black skies, I paint our funeral we died 'cuz long term ain't meant to be our house is painted new colors, move on, forget the blood inside I'm tired and I can't feel my heart I'm dead and I can't paint blue skies I hope you can remember the way it all used to be, I hope you remember how much she loved you. because I can't