When was the last time you went to his grave?
When was the last time you wore the ring he gave?
When was the last time you looked at his picture?
Is it all because your new one is richer?
If he’d come back, who’d you choose?
Is he the one you’d want to lose?
Do you even want him to be still alive?
Do you even want him to ever revive?
I’m the one who’s been going to his grave for days
I’m the one who weares his ring in your place
I’m the one who wakes up with these thoughts every morning
So don’t go telling me you’re the one that’s mourning