Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with 3 friends
They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend
One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream
There's so much water so close to home
When they arrived it was cold and dark, they set up they're camp quickly
As he holds me know I'm pretending
It feels like i'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white
It was too hard to tell how long she's been dead