Everything Is In Your Hands
Charlie Singer, Cameron Boucher
Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head
I can't handle anymore, phone calls telling me another friend is dead
And I miss your laugh and I miss your smile
It'd be nice to hear from you every once in a while but you're gone
I will never be able to ask how you’ve been
Or where you are or how could I lose another friend?
I tried to destroy me too
Hell only knows what I’ve been through
So I left my regrets at the foot of my bed
And I promised when I’m older, I wouldn’t forget
How to cut myself open just to rinse myself clean again
Your death hangs over my every move
Everything is a constant reminder of you
So you haunt me, so that I can, so that I can haunt you too
I can haunt you too if you want me to