Found a page of poetry From before the worst Before and after the push Found a page of poetry from before I found A page I cannot believe I started That I started after the push Each day is a new mourning Ritual I tend to cry at strange funerals Sleep well While I dream of your happiness But it's all good Yeah it's all good No she's gone But still I just heard You moved on Congratulations We could Stand in all black Pretend it's not haunted But yeah Why am I here If I'm not thinking Sage blows in This is not dream Why am I here If I'm not thinking Sage blows in This is not dream I'm wondering if a ghost of me Can wander in I live my best Remember my story I'm recovering I believe I'm recovering I live my best Simple sin I don't care about I live my best But regrets couldn't escape As I see all of the friends I let down Pass away