I will never need to check the dates that mark the week that I lost you
I feel it coming every time, sorrow deep in all my bones
As the anniversary grows ever-near of the awful things I said
Of the morning when I got the call and knew what would unfold
As I pulled off of DuPont highway and begged that God take me instead
Approaching ever-faster, a day forever marred by grief
And things neither of us can take back; the price that you and I have paid
A day set in a year that I was so resolved to join you
So now I'm nauseous from embarrassment, survivor's guilt, and shame
There has not been a single day where I haven't said your name