You're laying here with a beds eye view of a body that no longer belongs to you,
 you're scared that the past 3 haven't lived past their 60's and if you break the trend, 
 you'll just end up like the old folks at Roland and 3939,
 you're scared because you're an army brat of a man who died before his time.
 I miss those summers, that grill smell, home cooked meals, take me back,
 sleeping like a log, healing so fast,
 but losing you, I learned to lose my youth, lose my spirit, and now I can't hear it anymore, 
 and I guess that's life
 back then our body parts stayed in place, 
 we kept up with our own hearts, 
 it was so easy to temper the sting,
 just be fixed by a quick dip back in some old neighbor's swimming pool 
 now I'm just worn out, and I'll ache like this forever I think,
 these shoddy drapes refuse to keep the cold out
 and this [bad word] body can't keep the warmth in,
 I'm watching my hairline recede, I'm drinking fatigue, I'm fighting heredity
 I see less of who I love the most, time's getting away,
 and we're so slow to say how fast it goes,
 I'm just looking for [bad word]  what's built in the blood
 but I've never been that sure of anything anyway
 and I don't want to heal, I'm just about the perfect amount to look how I feel
 and I think about you laying there, waiting for her to get back,
 I think about your last 3 breaths and I wonder if you knew, 
 I think about letting you go
 and I guess that's life.