Shoot an arrow in my heart | Rob me of this agony

2 years ago I watched you go

I rushed as fast as I could from school, but still it was too late
Her telling us it was too late

Lighter fluid in an old biscuit tin and your last rites
But you wouldn't burn

So we left you. On the grill of a bunsen pit
Did you hear me everytime I passed by
When I'd sit and speak to you
Then the day came when they took you away

And then you left soon after
Even when we thought you'd make it through
Always so quiet and so contemplative
And always not eating, except that last day
They do that, she said

I don't understand why
I still don't
Why you had to go
Was it me
Did I tangle you in the web of fate

Yours wasn't as elaborate
No last rites until I got home
We didn't want to fuck up again
We handed you straight over and walked away
But still we loved you much
I cried by myself that night

Look at me
Mourning when I have no right to mourn
I should have brought you both home