Thirty-fifth day and not a sound
Three hundred and fifty thousandth thought
Of what you could be doing now
You asked me to write and so I did
but thirty five days later I'm thinking you're dead
It didn't use to be like this
Because I thought you were interested
It didn't use to be like this
I've had good thoughts of what you did
Like Two
Thinking of me as I'm thinking of you
One hundred forty seven
Thinking I was just like heaven
Ten thousand three hundred twenty-five
You're still just pondering your reply
One hundred thousand nine hundred sixty nine
Holding off til you think of a clever rhyme
You asked me to write and so I did
but thirty five days later I'm thinking you're dead
Thirty-five days later I'm thinking you're dead
Thirty-five days later you might as well be dead
No, It didn't use to be like this
But I'm realizing I'm not your hero
No, It didn't use to be like this
But I'm caught in the worst case scenario
Two hundred eighty five thousand two
Someone is lying next to you
Two hundred eighty five thousand seven
Believing you lost it all to him
Three hundred thousand six hundred eighty three
Not once you have ever thought of me
Three hundred forty nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine
You are never coming back from your adventuruous time
You asked me to write and so I did
but three hundred fifty thousand thoughts later I'm thinking you're dead
three hundred fifty thousand thoughts later I'm thinking you're dead
three hundred fifty thousand thoughts later you might as well be dead
Thirty-fifth day and not a sound
Three hundred and fifty thousandth thought
Of what you could be doing now
Thirty-fifth day and not a sound
That's because you're burried in the ground
You're burried in the ground...