Van Atta High- "Little Fingers"

The world against two, into the night
It feels so wrong, so right, we don't mind
That was me and you, just getting high
Talking 'bout the birth of the universe
Now I'm talking nails digging into the bed post
Funny how you can't do it without the meds yeah
Honey I'm a saint, you're almost a ghost
But I'm afraid that this is flying over my head yea

Too late you're gone, Too late you're gone
I coulda saved you, I coulda saved you whoa
Did you wave goodbye, On your way up
On your way up to light
Shoulda been there, Shoulda been there
I coulda done something more to keep you in our lives
Did you wave goodbye?

I wish that you could see what this has done to me
To see the life torn from your little fingers
And eventually, I'll let it be
Try to play it off, try to play it off
Kinda like when I held it in at your funeral
Funny how everybody's talking about me and you
Honey, I would love anything to limit the pressure
Where are you?

Too late you're gone, Too late you're gone
I coulda saved you, I coulda saved you whoa
Did you wave goodbye, On your way up
On your way up to light
Shoulda been there, Shoulda been there
I coulda done something more to keep you in our lives
Did you wave goodbye?

Somewhere out there, I look in the mirror
Try to play it off like I'm not lost without you
But who would have thought this would be
Out of hand, and out of reach

I wish that you could see what this has done to me
To see the life torn from your little fingers

Too late you're gone, Too late you're gone
I coulda saved you, I coulda saved you whoa
Did you wave goodbye, On your way up
On your way up to light
Shoulda been there, Shoulda been there
I coulda done something more to keep you in our lives
Did you wave goodbye?