Sensory Loss - Extatica

So draw me one more coffin nail Paint it in my skin Warped and twisted like my soul From the grief I hold within I've carried this for months Still I feel guilt beneath the weight For my mourning of a father and a son they can't replace More than brothers in arms Cut from the same cloth We're not so different you and me So why'd you have to leave It comes in waves, from day to day For what it's worth I'm drowning But now it's clear to see There's no such thing as happy endings I still remember Friar Street The crooked buildings and cobbled stone I still visit every now and then That place we called a home I've carried this for months Still I feel guilt beneath the weight For my mourning of a father and a son they can't replace I've buried family before But somehow this isn't the same I never thought I'd live to see your final resting place More than brothers in arms Cut from the same cloth We're not so different you and me So why'd you have to leave It comes in waves, from day to day For what it's worth I'm drowning But now it's clear to see There's no such thing as happy endings For every rose, life hands you thorns Not deserving of this pain, or that cold maternal scorn I turn my head to the sky, and vow to be kind I hope you feel this love I'm sending There's no happy endings