Funeral Dress

On a rack in a store for a discount price,
but the colour's been changed to a black from white,
though the difference will probably be lost on me,
anyway.

And don't worry if laughter is on your lips,
'cause you wouldn't be you if you changed for this.
And I won't measure love by the tears that drip
from your face.

I can't wait for you.
I can't wait for you.

I suppose I should hope that it turns out fine,
but I hope that some sadness does cross your mind,
and you'll look for me when you have crossed that line,
come one day.

I can't wait for you.
I can't wait for you.
I can't wait for you.

I can't wait for you.

Let Go

I can't sleep again tonight.
My thoughts keep me awake.
Am I doing the right thing,
or am I making a huge mistake?

I want so badly for sleep to take me,
far, far away.
I wish I could sleep forever;
stop feeling this pain every day.

I've said sorry a thousand times,
I fear saying it a thousand times more.
You don't deserve what I put you through.
These regrets drill me to the core.

So tonights the night I say my last sorry,
and hope I don't say it again.
I know I've given up all this before,
only to pick it up again.

My apologies probably don't mean much by now,
but they are all that I've got.
I don't have anything to offer you,
other than my tears and this thought:

That maybe one day I'll finally see that your grace is enough,
and I'll put an end to this pain and suffering,
So that your love can fill my life's cup.

I know you're there no matter what,
but I can't seem to give the time.
I hope you know you mean the world to me;
I want you to be mine.

I know you want this pain to end,
this thing I bring upon myself.
You've told more than a few times,
to put it on the shelf.

And every time I leave it there with the promise:
things will be different,
I end up making a fool out of myself.
But this much has become appearant:

I have to stop or this sin will kill me,
faster than even I know.
So tonight I'll tell you for the thousandth time,
Father, I'm ready to let go.