Before I die, take me to the place where we wrote our names wrong, but they shared a space. Branches and leaves gathered between where you are right now and where I wanna be. Between earth and sky, we'll build a fire so high they'll turn all the lights out and all will sing: "I am alive, I deserve to be." Not getting quiet, swallowing age. But, bless those sharp tears. But, rage and burn, and turn all those lights out before it gets warm. [bad word] days, spending long out of time with no one else sorry for the outage. Haven’t you ever been set out and miscounted, frail and [bad word]  Sharing a meal at a table your friends built. We reach for the salt with our arms wet.