Well i hear your voice at night when i lay down to sleep
And i ask advice from the picture that i keep
Deep down in my wallet
Hope nobody saw it, when we spoke
This is how i keep myself from cryin’ in the morning
I listen to that song that we listened to that morning
Turn it up to 10, then i begin to choke
That song that you sang me when i was feeling down
You looked at me and smiled as we roll into town
I’d be shaking my head, turning red, as you sang
You told me i was special and i was born to fly
I wish you would’ve told me that you born to die
Now i’m singing in the mirror, wishing you were here, saying you wеre proud
With your voice so loud, in my head
And that flat linе’s turning red
And i’m just living i suppose
Wondering where the good ones go
And this is how i stop the pain, like how i rehearsed it
Kid my age shouldn’t ride around in hearses
I look at the sky, and think of your eyes, as i curse it
And this how i stop myself from going into panic
Every mother’s day when my cameraman pans it
You’re not here, standing revere with your son
You’re the only in my head
As that flat line’s turning red
And i’m just living i suppose
Wondering where the good ones go
With your voice so loud, in my head
As the flat line’s turning red
I’m just living i suppose
Wondering where the good ones go
Told me i was special and i was born to fly
I wish you would’ve told me you were born to die
Now there’s one thing that i need to know
Where do the good ones go
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