Death With Benefits

Sometimes I catch a broken clock at the moment when

It appears to know what time it is

It's perilous to base your life and stake your death

On just a second of the day

Out of fear that I don't know what no one knows

Like the weather on the day I'll die

For that second I convince myself the time is wrong

Every other second of my life

When the truth is

I just miss the myth of death with benefits

Nostalgia gets you just as drunk as whiskey does

It leaves me talking to imaginary friends

Man, it's hard not to second guess a second guess

It leaves me doubting my doubts and questioning if

The truth is

I just miss the myth of death with benefits

Uncertainty's blade is a very close shave

And it cuts in every direction

Till nothing is left but the thought in your head

That being truly free is an awful gift