Matches, guns and keys

I carry a heavy burden upon my shoulders
And now that I'm gone our hearts both grew a little bit colder
It took three weeks but it was worth it
I tried on that dress you bought me and it fit perfect

I still have that Bible rotting on my shelf
Before I die I'll say a prayer
Dear, God

Save my soul,
Save his soul,
Amen,
Hallejuah,
Bring him wealth,
Bring him happiness
And bring him a fucking rosary

So, Doll,
Don't be frightened
Bite your lip,
Hold back your tears,
Like you always did,
We'll meet again after a couple hundred years,

As you hold my body in your arms,
You will think of how much life there was in me,
You will think of how, when, you looked at me, my eyes glimmered, with hope for a better tomorrow,
A better life,
One where we could be oblivious to everything,
Except ourselves,
One with no interupptions,
One where we could be excepted as people
Instead of turned away as rebels

So, as I lay here,
Writing this letter, for you, my dear,
Thinking of how much you mean to me

And as you walk home from your brother's
With an engagement ring in your pocket,
Looking down at a pair of shoes you've worn for many years,
Thinking of how much I mean to you,

We both don't realize,
That this moment is the hope that glimmered in my eyes