Not Good Enough To Die Young
They say the good die young
And so I keep getting older
Keep testing fate
Keep winning
So I keep getting bolder
My fire keeps burning colder
I like to point at the lightning
And then laugh at the thunder
I figure I got 6 years
And 6 months before I'm 6 feet under
There's no kind of food
That can feed this hunger
I chewed a hole in my soul
And yet I was still starving
Just the other day
I saw my heart on a milk carton
I may not be invincible
But shouldn't be alive either
I never needed a watch
My lungs are my timekeeper
One breath means one less
Looking forward to the one
After there's only one left
Copyright © John Mayo | Year Posted 2017
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