Ashley to Ash

I passed on your letter but I, I can’t make him read

I saw him burn your picture he kept the frame for another face

There is no reason to wait because what’s done will remain.

And Ashley to ash, he won’t miss you.

All summers turn to autumn get washed away by fall’s cold rains

and there is no reason to wait because what’s done will remain.

And Ashley to ash, he won’t miss you

These are lies.

Ashley to ash, I won’t miss you