Dear Jonas,
it was quiet when you went,
just the coo of your lover while she slept in.
in your arms, tucked in a dream,
soaking up what was left of your body heat.
the sun's got a lot of nerve to show it's face today.
and the paramedic didn't show an ounce of sympathy,
to a girl on the street, only seventeen sceaming,
"you're not just another,
not just another,
not just another overdose to me!"
and if God's always right,
doesn't mean i have to like it.
and if he need you more,
doesn't mean i need you less.
woke up in a black cloud,
floated over to our house
and i boxed up the things you'd left behind.
found the courage to call home,
had my dad on the phone
and he repeated my words while my mom cried.
and he said,
"me and your mom are so sorry for you loss.
we want you to know that we like him alot."
i want you to know, we liked you alot.
cause you're not just another,
not just another,
not just another overdose to us.
and if God's always right,
doesn't mean i have to like it.
and if he needs you more,
doesn't mean i need you less.
if i had my way, i'd split the rest of my days
equally between you and me,
between you and me.
cause what half of nothing?
what's the point in having something
if i can't share it equally bewteen you and me?
and if God's always right,
doesn't mean i have to like it.
and if he need you more,
doesn't mean i'll miss you less.
i wanna do something beautiful that everyone will hate, except for you.
i wanna do something beautiful that everyone would hate, except for you.
i wanna do something beautiful....