Dustybottoms
Everybody dies
It’s  the only thing we have in common
Living  life until we’re nothing
But where do we all go?
You found the answer in your basement all alone until the morning came

Did  you have enough?
Was  it worth the fun?
They’re telling me you fell on dirty concrete
Will  I see you soon?
Will you still be you?
Three thousand miles away, there’s nothing I could do

I remember summer days
PBRs  and muddy lakes
Skating at the park
Eventually we moved away
To different parts of different states
To try to find ourselves

Or did you run from your problems that were still at home?
You found your medicine from that corner liquor store
You tried to heal that night you were hanging with your friends
But they were no where to be found
When your body hit the ground
Everybody dies
But you were only 25
When I see you on the other side, could I convince God to give your life a second try?