The Thing About Grief Lyrics

The thing about grief is
It knows what I did and
It knows what I did not say
It sentenced me to a life of excavating
Things my little head can not understand
But I patched it all together with string andn rubber bands

The thing about grief is
Few people know that the I goes before the E
And it's hard to give away because it's
The last thing you gave to me
I've scrambled it together and
Collaged it in a lighted frame
Sometimes I'm scared to speak your name

Ooh you were young a beautiful
You should have grown to be old
Like I'll grow old - no you will not
You left me here to join the dots
I'm gonna speak them

The thing about grief is It took what I loved and it buried her deep away
It makes no sense but it's interesting in it's own way
Some days I still assume I'm gonna see your face again
But I always assume

The thing about grief is
It gets kind've boring for the
People who don't yet know
Your friends - some they will wander off and
Most will wish you'd just move on sister
But black is the colour 'cause it
Doesn't seem to have an end
I've heard it changes and
You'll make new friends

Oooh - you were young a beau-ti-ful
You should have grown to be old
I will grow old, no you will not
You left me here to join the dots
I'm gonna speak them

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