We used to get high together, instead of getting high alone
Can’t remember the last time I saw you
Can’t remember the last time we talked
You left home for a fresh start
Working as a waitress down in Bradenton
With my name tattoo’d into your skin

Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes
It wasn’t her words that shook me, but the resemblance you shar

Don’t it seem so detached and unreal? Don’t it seem so far away?
Like the past never happened, or like nothing’s ever changed
With your casket open in front of me
Your eyes closed and your lips silent
With my name tattoo’d into your skin