you are something like a cage to mennyou are a heart-sized hole in the seannwhere my ship sinksnnnnyou are something like feeling afraid to mennyou are a shitty southern city sized hole in the seannwhere my ship still sinksnnnni want to be all you have leftnnor i want to be your deathnnnnthen i would drive from anywherennto be at your funeralnn'cause it's not like you could ask me to leavennnnnnyou said you'd be here forever, butnnwhere are you, where are you now?nnnnnnthere ain't muchnnleft of me, i'll admitnnsee but,nni ain't dead yetnnnnnnheart dried and cracked like crow's feetnnarms as strong as the seannone day, man, i'm gonna be nnmore afraid of death than i am lonelynni'm always thinking about deathnnthinking about what's leftnnnnthere's not a lot to think about