It’s a song of thanks sung by a hack. When 
the reflection of yourself just won’t look 
back. It’s that panic you feel when you don’t 
know what to say when everyone wants in 
and you want the subject to change. Because 
I’ve been swallowed up and I’ve been split in 
two and I’m not sure which is me and who I 
respond through. So notify my next of kin 
and let them know there’s so much more 
to believe in. It doesn’t have to be based 
on blood because the next in line shouldn’t 
have to know what they’re made of. This is 
survived by who held me up. This is survived 
by who sang the song. And that sense of 
purpose has made it all worth it. So write a 
song that everyone can sing along to / So 
when you’re gone you can live on, they won’t 
forget you. This is survived by a love. This is 
survived by a cause; that you aren’t the only 
who remembers what it was. This is survived 
by a love. This is survived by a wish; that 
you won’t let down who has attached themselves 
to it. This is survived by a love. This is 
survived by a fear; that all that’s left when said 
and done is words you will never ever hear.