Texty: Casket Lottery (The). Survival Is For Cowards. Since You.

Can you see those lights?
That's where I live.
Or should I say since you,
that's where I lived.
Sometimes at night
when the tower starts flashing red,
and there's no one else in my bed,
I like to pretend you're here.
I try to pretend you're here.
I've heard that shit about how it's
always darkest before the dawn,
and it's always calmest before the storm,
but I can't believe you're gone.
Can you believe I'm gone?
I understand you had to leave.
Believe me sometimes I think,
that it was up to me.
But I can't believe you're gone,
can you believe I'm gone?