Lyrics A Grief Observed - Heath McNease
Everyone
I've
ever
known
Everyone
I've
ever
known
Everyone
I've
ever
known
Lowered
down
Lowered
down
Everyone
I've
ever
really
known
Left
me
in
my
all
black
ill
fitting
clothes
Hands
clutch
what
the
florist
call
a
real
fitting
rose
With
red
so
pretty
we'll
be
forgetting
what
was
closed
Soon
I'm
gonna
do
the
same
I'm
gonna
leave
you
when
you
need
me
most
Give
up
the
ghost
and
so
will
you
one
day
They
said
I'm
speaking
death
into
the
world
I
said
it's
here
already,
we're
already
less
than
who
we
were
before
A
temple
built
for
little
more
than
giving
birth
And
sticking
around
long
enough
to
put
your
lovers
in
the
dirt
A
mausoleum
filled
with
temporary
worth
That's
fleeing
every
second
from
a
wicked
earth
Mercy
On
my
soul
On
my
soul
On
my
soul
If
a
coward
dies
a
million
deaths
What's
in
his
head,
Is
it
the
image
of
this
knife
wrenched
in
his
chest
Twisted,
turning
deep,
digging
his
regrets
Till
he's
beggin'
for
the
same
fate
the
wicked
gave
I
miss
her
unexpectedness
I
miss
her
faults
and
her
resistances
Her
soft
whisper
instances
We'd
talk
into
this
dark
with
all
our
pitiless
thoughts
For
a
world
that's
overwrought
with
its
emptiness
See
I'm
not
the
same
as
a
God
Who
can
punish
a
woman
claiming
His
name
and
His
law
So
tell
me
how
I
pray
to
this
God
Who
can
claim
that
He's
just
while
He
takes
what
He
wants
Maybe
that's
between
me
and
Him
My
scream
filled
nights
when
I
reach
for
my
friend
But
now
my
best
friends
gone
I
swear
it's
like
her
side
of
the
bed's
still
warm
Mercy
On
her
soul
On
her
soul
On
her
soul
She
says
she
was
at
peace
with
God
She
could
see
that
we
were
not
The
chaplin
gave
his
final
thoughts
She
exhaled
and
smiled
and
the
light
was
gone
See
I
lived
through
"A
Grief
Observed"
I
wonder
what
I'll
find
her
when
I
leave
this
earth
Beggin'
Jesus
take
me
now
to
be
with
her
Cause
it's
the
evil
in
a
broken
heart
That
leads
you
first
See
I
bargain
cause
I'm
selfish
And
I
blame
almighty
God
because
I'm
helpless
She's
in
her
Father's
arms
without
a
question
Cause
a
world
without
her
voice
is
where
the
hell
is
I
ain't
excepting
what
I
can't
change
I
don't
choose
to
use
perspective
as
a
band-aid
And
I
ain't
found
a
remedy
that's
man
maid
But
just
speak
comfort
While
we
bottle
what
we
can't
say
Mercy
On
our
soul
On
our
soul
On
our
soul
Mercy
On
our
soul
On
our
soul
On
our
soul
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