Diary Entry 08-04-12:
April Kills August (AKA) - Ohio is for Grandmas (but not mine)
Vocals: Sean Irving

AJ and the band were up all night creating our first new single, planned to be released at my Grandma's funeral. I went on stickam, no thanks to  Ben for the idea. He's imaginary, but this song is perfect for the funeral.



Hey Hanna,
I know it's hard to feel like my Grandma aint here at all.
where is she and how you feel?
With these lakes here as I jump...
keep trolling on and on. (and on and on and on...)
fist computers or jump in lakes.
not enough, I poop myself. (and on and on and on...)
How are you when she's gone?

[Chorus:]
And I can't make it on my own.
(And I can't make it on my own.)
Because my Grandma's not in Ohio.
So cut her wrists and black her eyes.
(Cut her wrists and black her eyes)
So I can jump in lakes tonight... or die?
Because you kill her.
You know you do, you kill her well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until her final breath is gone.

Spare me just three last words.
"I live you!" is all my grandma.
I'll wait for you, but she can't wait forever.
[x2]

[Chorus:]
And I can't make it on my own.
(And I can't make it on my own.)
Because my Grandma's not in Ohio.
So cut her wrists and black her eyes.
(Cut her wrists and black her eyes)
So I can jump in lakes... or die.?
Because you kill her.
You know you do, you kill her well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until her final breath is gone.

Spare me just three last words.
"I live you!" is all my grandma.
I'll wait for you, but she can't wait forever.

(YOU...KILL...HER...WELL)
So cut her wrists and black her eyes.
Her final breath is gone
I jump in lakes tonight...

[Chorus:]
And she can't make it on her own.
(And she can't make it on her own.)
Because my grandma's not in Ohio.
So cut her wrists and black her eyes.
(Cut her wrists and black her eyes)
So I can jump in lakes... or die?
Because you kill her.
You know you do, you kill her well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until her final breath is gone.

(YOU...KILL...HER...WELL)
You know you do, you kill her well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until her final breath is gone.
[to fade]

I hope she really likes this I was live for hours...
Years... even writing this. Everyone will be sympathetic at her funeral, I can just tell. I'm so happy right now. RIP Grandma ???-2012 God bless her not-beating little heart. I live you Grandma!