i got your letter

and the poetry you sent me

postmarked in december of last year

i really hope youre doing better

all your friends close by your side

one step closer to recovering.



i wish there was something i could say

to erase each and every page

youve been through

even though its not my place to save you



are you picturing but cant accept

this thank you note thats sealed with your last breath

and i wont stand aside and listen to you give up



if youll just hold on for one more second

just hold on to what you have

if youll just hold on. just hold on.



if youll just hold on for one more second

just hold on to what you have

if youll just hold on. just hold on.



these arms from me strecthed out to you

maybe someday youll accept them

or maybe its too late to save

a young (ers?) heart thats long stopped beating

wake up wake up you gotta believe

wake up wake up you cant give up

time keeps going on without us

long after were dead and gone



if youll just hold on for one more second

just hold on to what you have

if youll just hold on. just hold on.

you will wake up tomorrow