If I left this life tomorrow
If I left this life right now
Could I call you from the other side?
Would you recognize the sound?
I've only learned to be more grateful
I only want to be a man
I could leave this life tomorrow
But you know I hate making plans
Would you do it any different?
Could you spare a second thought?
For the trembling plastic surgeon
In the empty parking lot
When did I become a tyrant?
Grand oppressor of the real
Now I watch movies in my free time
They let me know how I should feel
You can sell your father's suitcase
He won't need it anymore
He's just waiting for the plane crash
He gave his life for Rock and Roll
He works in spite of broken fingers
He could've quit so long ago
Now you can find him building houses
For people that he doesn't know
Tell your mother she's an angel
Tell your brothers that you're proud
Force a smile for every picture
Cause they won't always be around
Make a portrait on the sidewalk
Press your face on hot cement
You always knew this day was coming
Doesn't make you innocent
When you're running 'round in circles
You watch the weeks go by in pairs
Your opioids and morning coffee
Your cigarettes and nighttime air
You could leave this life tomorrow
With scraps of paper in your hair
If I turn up empty handed
I will know that you were there
The river moves beneath your ankles
The sand is sinking at your feet
The people you forgot to answer
Are pissing somewhere up the stream
You can thank them in your epilogue
Written promissory notes
Much akin to holy scripture
Cogs and chains and dynamos