Feeling overwhelmed by how you said there's rarely grace in death
Cause you looked at me side-eyed
Well I began to cry into my hands

Now you're saying real dark shit into the back of my head
Like this is the most we'll ever feel
And we probably won't ever be old together

Your name tastes too sweet in my mouth
So I'll say it
Over and over and over and over again (and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over)

And over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again