I'm not getting up.
I'm not pushing back at all.
And you're not here to tell me otherwise anymore.
So I'll permit your ghost to raid around my head and I disappoint.
It's all I can do anymore.
Better men than me have been falling down and into early graves.
No, I'm not okay. Just been thinking about yesterdays.
And no, I'm not okay, though I know that you'd say that I have
no excuse to stay down when it's all I want.
Hide out someplace safe and warm.
It's hard as hell to get back up when there's nothing left.
But you'd say I don't deserve to sit and waste these days or build constraints.