there's a letter in the drawer,
that lists the bands that i record.
how to get in to the mix,
where to send the tracks so they can be finished.
the date of all the loans,
when to pay the car and when to pay the home.
the login for the heat,
use my first pet's name or my parent's street.
jeff can keep the synth,
jake can have my bass,
on the computer that i built
you can find every song i've made.
make sure mark and alix know,
that james is the next to go.
we have tried to be strong,
but we cannot be for long.
there's a picture of my son,
smiling in the hostas at my mom's.
i think he's holding sand,
but the glare of the sunlight hides his hands.
i lie down underneath his feet,
passing out and laboring to breath.
Afraid of when she comes home,
My final thoughts as the air is spent and growing old
matt, can you fix my porch?
the rails are awfully tall,
and i bet my son
or my disabled cat will fall.
someone tell kathleen,
just how much she meant to me.
oh, she tried and she cared so i'd know
someone's there.
are you there?
shaun when's your wedding date?
i'm sorry but i can't make it through
i can't last until i'm supposed to be a
witness for you.
i lost count of the times that i've tried,
now take my body, take my blood, and take my mind.
take my house and take my cars,
take my ribbon microphones and take away all of my guitars.
take my dreams, take my hope, and take my pain.
what i wouldn't do to be nothing again.
if it takes a gun or it takes a blade or it takes a rope
or a bag over my head one night when she's working late.