I was fifteen and as sober as I'll ever be
when a man I'll never know told me more than God ever did
With a broken embrace and hands that fell singed and irrelevant as parchment
He said he couldn't go yet
I told him no one wants to. He told me everyone does.
Because dying is inevitable
It's a lock that can't be picked
But everyone wants to die happy
And he had never been happy

That's what he said to me.