Thank younnRub two sticks together, you don't always get a firenBut I thought the spark we made was alrightnAnd I have to say, I thought you'd be here by my sidenJust don't like singing about you like you'd diednDon't like singing about younLike you'd diednnYou might as well of though, the way I felt for agesnI'm still uncurlingnStill checking out what's hurtingnwell tell me is it terminal? Oh God, I really hope notnCause I just turned 27 and there's so much road to travelnAlthough you were so beautifulnI got a road I wanna travelnnSo don't apply a tourniquet, don't start resuscitationnFor interal bruisesnCheck first aid for losersnMy heart is just a silly plant, it grows towards the sunnI'm gonna have to trick it, and turn the porchlight onnI'm gonna have to trick it soon, and turn the porchlight onnnWell the sun is high today but the wind has got the stagenIt's iciness is taunting me to rattle my cagenI'm gonna walk down to the cornernOr even a little bit furthernWearing all the clothes I own but I'm not wearing anynWearing all the clothes I ownnBut I'm not wearing any of your shitnnYou can put me in your pipe and smoke me