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.