Letter From Death Row - Amigo the Devil

At midnight I’ll be leaving for a place I’ve never been

I feel a bit relieved, although I shouldn’t

And I re-read all your letters that the prison let me keep

They’re the only thing that got me this far

This one is the last I’ll ever write

And I’m sorry for the hurt that I brought this life

I hope that you move on to find somebody to give you what I couldn’t

To the hell with the martyrs, to hell with trying to be

I know I don’t deserve this life or glory

And there won’t b any angels up there singing m to sleep

You’re the closest thing to heaven I’ll ever see

The little things you did that I let bother me before

Now I wish those little things would last forever

And we used to count the time by how long we’d spent apart

Now my clock is dust on the floor

And we used to joke about never growing up

We were drunk and yelling, «If we die, whatever!»

Now the only dream I have is watching you get old forever

So throw away the memories, burn all my things

I know I don’t deserve to be a story

When they ask me for my last words, I know what they’ll be

I loved every cell that makes you who you are and everything between

In less than 24 hours, I’ll just be dirt and flowers

I hope it brings the families peace

When the darkness of the tunnel is the last place I go

You’re the closest thing to heaven I’ll ever need