Last night I went to heaven.
I met a man that whispered your name like a prayer.

They tell me I’m destined for hell with a frown painted face.
I tell them I have been living there most of my life.
What’s another night?

I try my hardest not to cry.
You are always the very last thing on my mind.

If I could cut my tongue out of my mouth.
If I could just get in my car; run out of town.

I would change it all if I could just never drown.
Last night I went to heaven.

I try my hardest not to cry.
You whisper hope is not dying.
But can you see where I am already dead?

And you want me to be sad that she is gone.
But I am so glad to have grown.