Follow You Down

"so i'm seventeen years old
you're the last best thing i got going
but then the special secret sickness
starts to eat through you
what am i supposed to do?
no way of knowing
so i follow you down your twisting alleyways
find a few cul-de-sacs of my own
there's only one place this road ever ends up
and i don't wanna die alone
let me down, let me down, let me down gently"


I am just trying to give up my ghost before it gives up me, I seem to be living for some dark things, and if I die in my sleep, at least I got to sleep.