The Ninth

Son I need you to write this letter
We can run and make everything better
For Christmas your grandma'll knit you a sweater
With her name upon it so you don't forget her

Are you going to cry?
Crybaby
Are you going to cry?
Maybe

We don't have long for tomorrow we leave
I told you the 9th time not to forget your sleeve
For if you did your heart would be freed
I am nothing but a captive seed

Are you going to cry?
Crybaby
Are you going to cry?
Maybe

Hey, you know I love you.