Bury Me with bottles of tears
So they don't wet your face
Or anyone near
And as I walk to the end of my grace
You'll be right here with me
In this god forsaken place
Leave me with all of your sins
So they don't burden you
Stop keeping them in
And as I fall from the sky it'll hurt me so
Leave them with me
And I'll take them home
And all I've made
Belongs in this weather old face
And I hate myself
For stealing this grace
Stealing this grace
Stealing this grace from you
So Bury Me with bottles of tears
So they don't wet your face
Or anyone near
And as I walk to the end of my grace
You'll be right here with me
In this god forsaken place

INVIA LE CORREZIONI