I do not remember the day that aneurysm bled, but I remember that strong spine upon which the cancer in him fed. If it had been mine instead, I would have asked for some answers and I know I would have had a handful, some family pictures dangling along the mantle. My, My, My! Who looks most handsome in a lamb's wool? Let's all go down to the graveyard tonight and light a candle. I'll trample and I'll trip. My head hits the brick of a red chimney which leaves the shingles in shambles 'til I'm rambling, stubbing my toes and all covered in gutter leaves. I look up into the sunlight and I sneeze. I got a stomach full of butterflies and bees. It looks like Mrs. Radley and Bilbo Baggins had a baby born again with a bad disease. 
I don't tilt because I feel alive. 
And I won't wilt 'til I feel it inside. 
God, I'll make a mil off your bad advice. 
Yo, I got a head full of Bats and Mice. 
All I got at home is some tragic nights. 
couple more, couple more Camel Lights. 
I've been killing myself too long, I'ma need your help tonight, Lord. 
I don't know how to move my hands. But it doesn't seem to matter anyway. Because you don't have any hands anymore and I'm not sure I understand. But I'll learn to know it as that way. Because you're not here to understand anymore.