I'm not a praying man, But I've got folded hands and a church pew. I wanna believe in you. I've said all those words, Still I don't have enough nerve to come and visit your grave. I'm not brave. Home doesn't feel like home. I walk through the door And every single thing has changed. Nothing feels the same. I look at the couch Where you use to sit and sit so empty now, But I know you're proud. I will drop my pride, I'll visit you when the time feels right. When the time feels right. I'll bring flowers and a shirt. Six feet under the ground And you're still the best part of this earth. It hurts.