Decaf

I should be with you. I shouldn't be here. You're singing with angels, As I sit in this dark room, staring at a beer. It should have been me. You shouldn't have died. You're dancing with God, While I scream and shout and cry. This was our dream vacation. Something we'd planned for years. I look out the window of our hotel, And I smile through the tears. You should be with me And thinking back on things that could've been I should be in heaven with you instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin