Children running down the street in uniformsnLaughing in the rain and heading towards menThey were yelling about something, they were singing in codenSomething like “Ten dead men on a dead man’s chest/ fight the warnForget about the restâ€nThey were searching for sunlight, they were searching for goldnSo I catch a fever from the inside, dip my hands into my pocketnOpen up my walletnSuch a strange gesture to make in this townn“Sure ain’t gold but it gets me around,â€nThen I grabbed a twenty from the insidenHand it to the smallest, tell him “Spend it wisely.â€nHe looked up at me then back at the groundnI just wish him luck then turn right aroundnNow I talk to myself late at nightnOh I try to connect with the ghost to a best friendnMy brother, my accomplice, another writer, my best mannAnd sometimes I feel so forgiven at nightnI just put down the shades but I open my windownThe bad luck just leaves menI hear Ben tell me “Brother, you’re home.â€nI think it all started in the summer ‘98nIn Normandy, New JerseynLater in the day I was thinking about existence and unaccepting fatenI was fourteen years old but what else can I saynEven then I knew time was gonna catch menI graduated private school in the summer of ‘02nMy first true love left me and I didn’t know what to donI moved into New York and I thought I found the truthnA pint glass full of paddy’s and pills you shouldn’t chewnWell, I swore that the drugs were gonna kill menAnd I was wrong, I was wrong, I was writing a songnTried to blame myself because she was gonenI didn’t know that she was unaffectednHer bad luck came through a needlenAnd I knew that the drugs were gonna kill hernFast forward to the fall of ‘05nI met a girl of my dreams and she helped me survivenThen she left my life at a complicate timenIn March of ‘06 I attempted suicidenWell I know that Sudafed can’t kill menTo everyone that knew, yeah I apologizenI’m sorry mom and dad, I never meant to make you crynThanks to all my friends, you’re the reason I’m alivenYou make everyday worth living in this ribbon called TimenWell, it’ll take more than bad luck just to kill menLimbs and things and verbs and soundsnI’ve got ten years of words buried in the groundnThey’re being reassembled by the ghost of Ben BrownnHe’s adapting the screenplay even still nownHe better cast someone cool like Johnny Depp to play menThe child took my twenty and he looked me in the eyesnHe said, “Thanks mister, for the gold†and continued walking bynI could see him proudly show his friends it made me wanna crynCause all I could do was think of minenI know I’m a lucky guynThank you all for everything, I miss you allnGoodnight