Brands of teeth on the skin The biggest trick the devil ever played was to take my friend I have your face engraved on my flesh So I can try to make up with that day that I will not forget In Minnesota I flew so we could record Me and Kristoff Krane should go on tour No one answered, we were knocking on your door And when they held his body, I was looking At his shoes on the floor Still, the answers never come Your funeral was beautiful, captured what you loved I sat in a stupor, fractured by the hugs That I gave to his relatives, getting sadder for months But I will not live inside the ends And that's not what you'd like, you'd tell me to find connections To the world and to tell my confessions The hell I invest is a part of something bigger Words you would write, they would sculpt in the center Right on target until they start to fill my heart with the letters Shadows have shadows and are darker than remembered When this story has an end to the part I had together with my friend Absence makes the heart grow fonder of time before absence And the nights spent trying to imagine When you played I was blinded by the magic you displayed I tried to reencry in a way I need the dark today to see the stars decay Because if I can fall asleep, then I can dream that we're awake Another shot of Jameson and PBR to chase Another conversation in a decadent bar to play, right? Man, this side of me is the worst When I'm afraid that all I'm going to let is a dirt dynasty But you believed me and I believed your words So, in turn, I believed in things when I needed the courage To move on, so on When I'm waving a lot with the songs you wrote I want to honor all the art and progress you've shown I miss my confidant and honest conversations Distributed on the phone With you Mike - I wish I could hold you again It's getting harder to fake and I can not undo what has been Thank you for being someone I could come to, a friend I hope to make you proud I love you, the end Is not a person just a collection Of your mistakes and also the kind of undo your mistakes? I mean, what else are you? You know, you're always You're always just the reaction To the bad parts of yourself, I guess And I think that's the kind of driving motivation Behind any human being who is Who wants to continue to grow and live life Because they are looking at your failures And trying to go beyond that And I think a person, you know Essentially dies when he thinks he's met, you know? Unless you want to admit that you, yourself Are not an individual, and are just part of a whole Movement of ideas, thought, culture, humanity And moreover, the universe and everything Unless you really feel like this And you're walking the walls, you know You're always trying to find yourself And it is usually a person who believes To have found the answer Found the end That there really is a psychological end So what's the point of doing something after that?