If I should die and you are somewhere breathing the air
Don’t remember my name or whatever that means
I’m just going to be happy to be free
The grace of it – to be dead inside out
and falling to nowhere and just wishing that I am the air

If I should die and you are somewhere afraid
don’t remember the last time you get out of bed
The damages are with you and out there
The pain of it – to wake up knowing you’re hurt
when we are years away and despite how close we lay