i'm afraid of death, afraid of anything changing and having to move on from each thing i've grown attached to, i love everything

when crossing a street is a disaster

(what have i become?)

when crossing a line provokes an outcry

(what more did they stole?)

nobody wants their life to just stop

and even less for yours to just fall

but in the end every thing hangs up call

is that survival

to never pick up the phone

there's no better ways to deal

(a coke and a pack of cigarettes)

we should see ourselves as last meal

(finish it up, order refill)

chance is to end up elsewhere

than wherever you're lying flat

danger's to miss the right stop

but there's always

a left hop, to hop to

the next stop, for hope to

leave hope too