Once was night where I sat behind my eyes
And I felt around inside for a darker shade of truth
And not just the kind that I feel so much is mine
But the type that you can find once you stop losing your cool and you rest in it instead
Try to feel welcome in your own head
Seek to mute the ticking of your clock and quit giving a f*ck that it all shuts off
Once saw myself on a Pennsylvania porch
Picking my phone to receive some bitter news from my brother back home
Says this veteran we know and we love left his soul and is heading for his tomb
And I hung up and cried in that dawning night
Wondering if when he finally died he took one big last breath as if to cough
And said "I don't give a f*ck that it all shuts off"
Once just for kicks, gave my Nana a lift for a casino trip that I hated every bit of
But I confess, I don't regret that mess even though she was crude, oh so awfully rude
Since in three short months in she was gone, leaving so much to think on
Echoing question doesn't stop: did she give too much of a f*ck that it all shuts off?
Once had a winter where I found the fuel for a mortal inferno that burnt off my hair
As I was counseling kids on the overnight shift
I compared my concerns to their more real affairs
And I saw myself to be quite the fool as I chaperoned their boarding school
Put my palm to my face and I thought, "why do I give a f*ck that it all shuts off?