• Im sitting here at home
    not doing anything, but not doing nothing
    thinking of that wonderful night
    thingking of you and me
    Then I hear the phone ring
    I wonder who it is, but I dont really care
    I'm still thinking of us
    I listen as the stairs creak
    as someone comes up the stairs
    I don't care
    I'm thinking of you
    My mom comes in the room
    She looks sad and I ask what's wrong
    she says noting and hands me the phone
    I say "Hello?"
    I hear "Hi Alex."
    I recognize that voice
    It's your mom
    She says there was an accident
    She says that someone died
    I ask who it was, but i already know
    It was you
    I'm sitting at your funeral
    hearing the preacher talk, but not listening
    listening to your laughter
    then you say you love me
    I cry
    and cry
    and cry
    and cry
    Then I stop
    and have an idea
    I go home and search
    and search
    and search
    I find it
    My dad's gun
    I put it in my mouth
    I'm about to pull the trigger
    I'm scared
    but I don't really care
    I'm thinking of you