Spring

I could’ve changed your mind
If only you told me, you told me
You said you were fine
And we talked about me, then time had let it alone
I never got the chance to say what you meant to me
And you know I don’t believe
But I guess you watch over me
It’s three years on, it’s not old news
Still coming to terms being without you
And I hope you watch over me
And the way you died
Did it hurt at all?
I think of you that way
Did it hurt at all?
And the way you died
Did it hurt at all?
I think of you that way
I don’t at all
And I swear at times I can hear your voice
Like in the mornings through the door
And I can smell those cigarettes
That you used to smoke at the backdoor
And the way you died
Did it hurt at all?
I think of you that way
Did it hurt at all?
And the way you died
Did it hurt at all?
I think of you that way
Or not at all