I've written your name a thousand times
On blackboards in my soul.
Carving my arms in bloody curves
Till blood ran through my clothes.
I've finger-traced each lettered loop
On your tombstone in the cold...
Meet me at the graveyard gates tonight
meet me...
meet me...
I tore my hair out by the roots
And barely felt the pain
I banged my fist on plaster walls
And broke some picture frames
I screamed in pillows big and small
And tried to drown in pain...
Meet me at the graveyard gates tonight
meet me...
meet me...
I've tried to gauge the length of time,
I'd fall to the water below.
Or who would find me sitting here
With a bloody bullet hole.
But now today It's finally time
To swing by a slacken rope.
Meet me at the graveyard gates tonight,
meet me...
meet me...
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