I stole the keys to the sky.

And your death,
it hit me on my birthday
A year four months too late.
I waited for your call,
I still am.
I needed to hear your voice
to make it real
You always called too early in the morning.

It just hit me again, reality I mean
I never cried for you
I told myself I didn't miss you,


And my birthday passed,
I'm one year older,
and I still am lost
and you won't call,

And it hit me,
I miss you.
and it's too late
you're gone, 
gone.