Paris, Texas - Your Death

before I left we looked at hooks and lures in your old box
the silver gone the red of rust was better
and we talked about your brother the crook who broke your window
and who stole the show at your own father's funeral
I wasn't there but I cried for you
he stole from death and from life at the same time
and that's why I never want to live my life saying things like
I wish I knew what always happened to you
and this is what your death would be like
I'll crash alone and clean alone
and this is what your death would be like
I'll drink alone and dream alone
your number like an epitaph was scratched into my head
and it replaced what common sense I had left
and I found it out with a fake name and spanish accent
and a story practiced before calling your parents
and you know I think they knew I planned my death and my life at the same time
and that's why I never want to live my life saying things like
I wish I knew what always happeded to you
and this is what your death would be like
I'll slip alone and sleep alone
and this is what your death would be like
I'll drive alone I'll be alone
and one month isn't long enough to put yourself inside a box
I wanted you to hear this song a love one not a requiem
it says things I could never say or at least could not explain
it's for you as well for them a love one not a requiem