D.M.L.

Verse 1: If memories are all we have, then forgetting things won't solve the math And you could readily just "let it be" and all of that Or you could dread the seas with desperate dreams falling back There's an arrogance in fearing the unknown An apparent sense of apparel when steering in some snow It's the carelessness of a cherished bliss that clearly isn't whole If it's cherished then why are you so fuckin' careful when you go? And it's tearing at soul, yeah, it's tearing at me so I wish you could've seen everything that you dreamed Blowin' on some green, missin' a part of the team Holdin' onto scenes, twistin' my heart out on beats Those stolen moments frozen, shit, it's the art of defeat That makes it harder to breathe like a car parked in the heat I'm starting to think it was wrong of me to be so far out of reach I just hope you departed in peace Chorus: They say the good die young is so cliche But there isn't another way to express the pain 2x Verse 2: The last time we spoke you was shootin' up coke Said you had been stuck chasin' dragons and were losin' control I told you to get help but that view wasn't old "That shit isn't cool" wasn't news to you so... You shrugged it off and whatnot, showed me your closet full of crops Then proceeded to tie yourself off on the spot Heated it in a spoon, took it all in a shot Those track marks had your arms lookin' like a vinyl And with that black tar it isn't hard to hook you into cycles That dragon is elusive you won't see him near again In fact he'll just ruin what you hold dear in the end Last I heard you were clean, travellin' words of relief Back to work in the scene, attackin the world in repeat We tend to overuse our bad days as a way to impede The golden truth that we choose to back away from defeat I was home for a few days last May in the E When I was told the news that you had passed away in your sleep Chorus 4x