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I have this new tattoo of the story must be told
About the I almost overdosed ten years ago
I woke up in the hospital with skin and cold
And tubes in my urethra, my throat and up my nose
My friends and the doctors were all shocked I dead
That's when Katrina looked at me and this is what she
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So I to the rebel spot, I walked all over uptown
I walked right side up and I upside down
I walked to Chetzemoka with my eyes on the ground, yeah
We walked all Chetze Beach and kept the rocks we found
Then I walked back to my parents' house, I back to my old bed, yeah
I walked back and I walked fast past all the in my head
I with the sweats and I walked with the chills
I walked in New York City and I walked in Hills
I walked into open mic nights and I into the rooms
I walked optimistic and I walked feeling doomed
I walked with some mama's boys and I walked with some
I walked dressed up like a rabbit, I dressed up like a skunk
I walked with some givers and I walked with leeches
I walked all by and I walked with the Moldy Peaches
I walked all over the so I could sing my songs to you
And to most desperate emails I'd said, "This is what I do"
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But at some I got so comfortable
I didn't even realize that I'd started to crawl
That my old Ammi died at 37 of a heart attack
And I cracked 'cause people my age are not to die like that
No, no, no, no, people my age are not supposed to die like
He was the old of the sidewalk cafe
That place was a second home to me, it's I learned to play
And his personality helped create a space
Where a bunch of honest misfits all gather and feel safe
He was a cynic, a supporter, he was crazy, he was
He'd either out, "Cut the bullshit" or he'd say, "I'm glad you're here"
And it was such an honor to have Ammi on my side
That's why it hit me like a truck when I found out that he died
Yeah, it hit me like a Mack trucks when I found out he died
Then enter Alex, 33 old and so sick with the cancer
And trapped inside a body that betrayed his gender
We all and prayed that he would go into remission
At least long enough, long enough to complete his transition
He said, "Kimya, did you know my favorite song?"
I said, "Then get ass on stage right now and you can sing along"
That's the very song I ever wrote all by myself
It's about angels and recovery and and hope and health
By the time we finished singing he was pissed off, he was
He said, "I lost my home, my lover, my and my hair
And now I'm about to you too, my new friend"
I looked into those big blue eyes and said we'll meet
Yeah, I looked into his sad blue eyes and we'll meet again
Then I got the call from Alyssa and she told me he was dying
By the time I got to his bedside we were both flying
We held hands and we sang songs, tried to be strong floated
I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down
Yeah, I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him
But at the same time I was my own body for granted
First I lost sight of my feet then they un-planted
And I never felt so stupid or so selfish or so sad,
My body had good to me and I treated it so bad, yeah
My body had been to me and I treated it so bad
Then he said, "Mama, I don't want my friends to me die"
So I kissed his cheek, made him a shirt and then I goodbye
And they cremated him in the shirt I drew
Of the two of us said they're flying over you too
Now the silver ponies have my homie in their crew
So I tightened up my laces and knew I had to do
I started again, I started walking again, I miss my friends
I walking again, I started walking again, I miss my friends
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Even creeps as a habit,
To systematically clinging together in the
the measure of a pack, it's not a question of the whole
The individuals that bottleneck the fold
On a March Sabbath, news from the ministry of make-believe
reach a tarmac in Minneapolis, middle see
Yesterday the cells inside his chest were growing teeth
a raven radiated vacancy
Wait, two years ago a of mine
Called me to all enemy-kind
I'm at the hospital at and no one knew the future
take it everybody knows the future
Antibodies hatching in a with no room to maneuver
Like disappearing into the masticated fuchsia
I asked you how you feeling, you told me a robot
I gave you a Nintendo, you gave a Mohawk
You let us will you down the leaning tower of flow charts
To be around your beats without a beeping sound of
And speak whatever people speak about
When acknowledging the obvious disease about the crowbar
In deep plane slope, of baggage
From king of hearts to for jackals
And never got to sing us all his own song right
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