Can I call you up? Tell you about my day And the shape that I begin to take when you are far away You're probably in your room Watching TV with your dad And the lines across your face They move downward in tandem repeatedly We were both 16 When you said you thought about the privilege of dying Though it didn't scare you none Third floor window seat I am staring at your mouth, and you're blackout drunk You sing a song, you laugh about the joke If there's a single thing that still amazes you Then that's the reason for all the Living that I know you don't want to do