LAST WORDS

I've dreamt of driving with my eyes closed
Fall fast asleep through double yellows
A bed of flowers by the side of the road
That's where my head goes, when I'm alone
It's what I know
And I've made friends with all of my ghosts
They're in my head and they haunt my home
There's more hung up in my closet than just all of my clothes
If my funeral is tomorrow, I won't even go
I guess a lesson isn't learned unless it hurts
I guess there really was a spark cause it just burns
And even when I've lost it all, I'll try so hard to make it work
Use the bad just to get better, and say all my last words first
Cause I would die to make it right
And I would fly to reach your heights
And I'd go blind a hundred times just to see myself through your eyes
I would, I would stop to read the signs
And use your smile to realign
If there's an art to losing everything
Well, this is mine