To Write Love On Her Arms

When she dies
I won't do much
But cry
Before, we used to do it all the time
How do you spell it?
L-O-V-E, oh yea, like that.
Before she died, and when I would cry
She'd write with a permanent marker
LOVE...LOVE on my arms
All over my arms
and my tears would dry, and I'd smile
That's why she was the one who I knew I'd love forever.

But then one night
When I was crying
She wasn't there
She was at a party
Something went wrong and nothing went right
She got into a big fight
They killed her
They killed her
Why?
Why?

So I drew on my walls in big black letters... LOVE
Yes, my mother was angry
Yes, I cried even harder
Yes, my brother and I held each other and cried
Because, yes, we were mourning her loss
It didn't matter where or how she died
Just that she did
Now nobody could write love
Nobody could do it like she did.
Nobody could hold me like she did.

And at her funeral
Where she lay in the casket
I pulled out my Sharpie and wrote "LOVE by Johann" on the cover and on the sides.
My mother yelled and screamed but I just stood there
A blank expression on my face
On my brother's
On hers.

And just as they were about to close it
To bury her
I pulled out my Sharpie
Reached over
And wrote LOVE on her arms...