Standing on cold cement, just stepped out of an ambulance
You keep asking where I went, why we're here and what we're doing
I'll never forget when you said "I think I'll die this weekend"
Nothing's ever prepared me for something like this
I thought that one day I'd find you there motionless
You won't get up
That makes the second time this year
they've carted someone out of here
And I had to be the one to call 'em.
released March 24, 2017
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