yes, I know where you've been and I don't feel sorry for you
I got out of that hole and I know you can do the same
my bones are old so are the stories I've told
I know my words have no effect on you
what are we waiting for? this time is not enough
what are we waiting for?
I know I'm not enough but we're not getting any fucking younger. so take my hand. our days are old and numbered and they're fucked (my friends are fucked) but we do the best we can.
we're not young anymore. we all know we die.