Standing on a bridge in the dark and im seeing my breath,
trying to make it home without freezing to death,
and my grandfathers face is stuck in my mind,
and how seeing him tonight is going to be the last time.
I should of brought a jacket,
blowing in my hands like its really going to stop the chill,
i buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill,
thinking layin' in that box people look so still,
At times like these you start thinkin',
your first breath in and the clock starts tickin',
im not tryin' to bumm anyone out,
not tryin' to be drammatic just thinking out loud.
I'm just tryin' to make sense in my mind,
some defence from the cold that im feeling outside,
and for a minute this gig was some rythme and ryhme,
and get away from the grey just a bit at a time.
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