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 hell with the martyrs, to hell with trying to be
I know I don't deserve this life or glory
And there won't be any angеls up there singing me to sleep
You'rе 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