whenever trouble was lurking
i always had a bad feeling
whenever good was afoot
i had a bad feeling, too

the dust and its rib
got no second chance
because god already knew
it was already screwed
they, too, knew what he knew

we jump around the game board
taking credit for luck
he wasn’t afraid to die
he didn’t want the cup ‘cuz
he just wanted a surprise

we can’t ask someone to admit they’re dying
we just want a taste
be honest, for my sake –
what’s it like on the other side?
to know i have a future wherein you died?

we only get one
and like birth, we won’t remember it
both are hard to look upon
and i hope to beat you to it
so i might have less to look upon.