yes I live
with hair on my chest,
and yes I die
with dinner on my breath.
but I guess
we change our minds,
and wish we could
go back in time.
(I sing this slowly,
to the choir
with so much melancholy.)
hmmmmmn mmmmhhmmmnnn yes yes yes yes
yes I live
with dirt on my boots,
and yes I die
while looking at you.
well, I guess I live
enjoying the regrets,
and yes I die
while starring at the sunsets.