Closet filled to the brim with miserabilia I often count how many steps we are apart Flip over in bed, and smell you in my pillows I see a bull running in the fields and i'm scared Waking up 900 miles away from home expecting To see you floating face Down in the okanogan river I was scared my rock would sink, and it did And you did If you died I wouldn't be light, but i wouldn't be heavy anymore Happy anniversary If you died I wouldn't be light, but i wouldn't be heavy anymore Happy anniversary If you died I wouldn't be light, but i'd be happy But i wouldn't be heavy anymore But i wouldn't be heavy anymore Happy anniversary