1. The Dead


I keep them close
The dead are in my phone
Can't erase their memories
Can't let go

We go up and we go down
We go from quiet to shouting out loud
I go from skeptic to convinced to proud
You never tell me what you're thinking about

I'm worried about old age and death
I'm worried I wasted time
I'm worried what others think
I'm worried I caused our ship to sink

Making a war on art when we were twenty-five
Instead of whatever the fuck we did to survive

Standing in the middle of my life
Wondering what could happen tonight
Take a picture of the dawn
The camera don't like the dark
So it comes out wrong