Piled up your clothes
Fold them on your bed
Spring is alive in Michigan
You are dead
Your favorite shirt held close to my face
Inhale deep as I could manage
I found the scent alive but your are dead
Collapse onto the floor
Clutching the fabric you once wore
Keep them in my bed, hope to find sleep again
Cause in my dreams
You're more than memories
Your voice, your face
From the fold of my brain
Still the current running
Through my veins
I am alive even though you are dead
