I want a tattoo that says "magic between my ribs Always feels like a miracle when I breathe in Was never fully suicidal, just aware that I'm so fragile Being alive's so tenuous it's hard to believe it It's not that I thought I'd be gone by now I just never really pictured myself living Short-sighted underclassmen with their arms stretched out Waiting to embrace the gentle end And I still brace for impact when I'm crossing The street even when I've got right of way I expect to be bug on someone's windshield I expect to be the wreckage on ward parkway Every night before I go to sleep Next to the body I'll wake up with in the morning I think about how much it does for me And apologize for all the ways I've hurt it I used to stare out of the car window Imagine disappearing into the landscape Picture myself small within the tallgrass I wanted to live all by myself in the prairie I think that's why I think I'm built to die here But I don't think that it's anytime soon Not until I live to be a million And every square inch of me's tattooed