it's hard to picture my own death
and yeah it's hard to be definite it's hard to be very fun
when all that you can think about is how you're not ready
not prepared for the very end
how much meaning can be packed in a thing
we've all been feeling since the very beginning?
calm down, it's just living that's so very overwhelming.
can we just get something more than a cold shoulder to cry on?
something deeper than an agenda to rely on?
talking like adults is getting harder cause it hurts i know
to tell your old man that his methods didn't work
but if you aren't learning from mistakes then it's cause you don't care.
go ahead and fall back on your failures
but take my word, your life is gonna be lacking
if all you want from it are bad habits and distractions.
every single day is full of chances to show
your children, your friends, hell, the whole damn world
something loving and kind.
you won't always have the promise of a little more time
cause you won't always be able to negotiate specifics of your fate
try as you might you can't control the situation
but there's lots that you can learn along the way
and when you close your eyes you aughta know right then
if it was love or just lies that you were living in.

if this is as good as it gets i'm sorry
but i'll always be trying to improve.
that much i'll always promise.