She died and he died and he had a case of suicide and he's dying slowly, limb by limb and he died quickly, out on a swim and he died earlier, without ever crying how can you make, all of this undying
and he's still dying, day to day how much, how little, who can say and when she died, her body turning, felt no friend and when he died, I lied, this isn't really the end and he and he and she and he and he and he and he and he all died simply driving
dying, dying, dying,
what foolishness keeps me trying.