They cut you down
They cut you down
And I’m around, without
This bullet small
Was not at all
As you’d remember it
Was not imperative, but O
And if you go before me
I’ll tell you how it ends
Your mama cried
The day you died
And so did I, did I
Now every breath
I draw
Each breath I draw is one you won’t
And I will bring you fire
Fit you to the flame
But will it wash us both the same?
And if you go before me
Tell me how it ends
Is there a light
Does it depend what we
Discussed of late
In basements grey,
On roofs in which city
I called to you as
You called me
And I will bring you fire,
Pull you through my waking
Eyes to make a day
That through my eyes
You’ll never have to see

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