Terrible Twos

We don’t talk about it
We don’t talk at all
The bouquet decays in the backseat every fall
Any loving gesture seems a bit too much
A careless comfort, the coldest touch
Is the only thing that we
Could still consider ours
I replace vase
As she waits in the car
All the talks and texts
The terrible twos
The «I'm sorry son, we’ve done all we can do"s
Well its never a good time to get bad news
And you’re never too old to die too soon
We put all of our wishes upon a falling star
Now I replace the vase, as she waits in the car
Tiny footprints
Tiny hands
Tiny heartbeats echoing
were wasting heaven
Every second that you lived
A choir of paper angels
Still sings above an empty crib
And you were such a fighter
You gave them both right and left
It’s not how you take your punches
It’s how you take your breaths
We put all of our wishes upon a falling star
Now I replace the vase, as she waits in the car
Now I replace the vase and she waits in the car