It’s a song of thanks sung by a hack. When the reflection of yourself just won’t look back. It’s that panic you feel when you don’t know what to say when everyone wants in and you want the subject to change. Because I’ve been swallowed up and I’ve been split in two and I’m not sure which is me and who I respond through. So notify my next of kin and let them know there’s so much more to believe in. It doesn’t have to be based on blood because the next in line shouldn’t have to know what they’re made of. This is survived by who held me up. This is survived by who sang the song. And that sense of purpose has made it all worth it. So write a song that everyone can sing along to / So when you’re gone you can live on, they won’t forget you. This is survived by a love. This is survived by a cause; that you aren’t the only who remembers what it was. This is survived by a love. This is survived by a wish; that you won’t let down who has attached themselves to it. This is survived by a love. This is survived by a fear; that all that’s left when said and done is words you will never ever hear.