I used to listen to my life,
 I was so put together, 
 I chose what I wanted to be in that age of chasing sand,
 the age of believing in everything,
 but I couldn't save you,
 I couldn't save what was taken away,
 and I'm still singing, and you still can't stay.
 You "loved life," and those words have lasted, 
 I just wish I would have had ears for more than what you said
 because I still feel the lack long after.
 Such a light body, such a quiet gait leaving behind the weight of the world,
 I'll always think it was too early to lose your shine,
 I guess the means that ends us means nothing,
 I just hope it's the peace we all need, 
 Because I could love and drown in your God damned smile lines, 
 but I think I burnt up watching you rallying to stay alive,
 and I guess that's fine.
 It seems we all get sick, 
 we all die in some no name hospital with the same colored walls,
 and I guess that's fine,
 but I want to swallow, I want to stomach, I want to live.
 It's been a rough while and some days are worse than others,
 there's no proper way to feel, no mirth, no levity, no amazing grace,
 just a flame on a lake floating away, 
 I can't let you lay, 
 I want you to know, I'm learning patience against my will,
 I want you to know, I'll get by, always barely scraping
 with just a hunger, with just a heart apart,
 it's a [bad word] of a thing.