Climb those cemetery walls again; leave these flowers at your headstone.
Climb those cemetery walls again, every night; you can't stand the sight of yourself.
"Now that you're gone, what am I to do?
But get lost in this bottle thinking of you.
" You drink until you're sick. "
"I trace the grooves in your stone."
Plot where you'll bury him, the man that left you alone.
Climb those cemetery walls again; leave these flowers at your headstone.
Climb those cemetery walls again, every night; you can't stand the sight of yourself.
You drink until you're sick, and feel the dew in the grass.
As the sun's coming up, watch a funeral pass.
You think to yourself,
"That should have been me."
"Two in the family plot, when you wish it were three."
Climb those cemetery walls again; leave these flowers at your headstone.
Climb those cemetery walls again, every night; you can't stand the sight of yourself.
