So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess

Like when it come to hundreds that's money my way Remember she ain't want me now she all in my face Like uh girl you too late, you ain't got no taste Driving to the bank, I can't close my safe Brittany be my bae Money anyway Um I couldn't wait What do

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go When all those shadows almost killed

Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Oh, but it's right hard to remember Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And

Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just

You know the feeling of something half remembered Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well You know the feeling of recognizing someone That you've never met as far as you could tell, well Laura is the face in the misty light Footsteps

So take my name Remember this face Keep the change and have a nice day And live for the moment not by the past Homie live each day like it's your last And if you only had 24 hours And 1400 minutes Then you better go live it 'Cause whatever you love

I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here They say every man needs

Oh my darling, oh my love The things that we are made of I remember driving down the rutted roads late at night Following the summer moon, bright as any pair of headlights I felt the air on my face and the night pressed inside my palm A moment captured

A composer but never composed 'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': "Nobody will ever remember me," Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? Oh, their faces are dancing They're dancing til Til they can't stand