You should've turned 30 this year
You should've been pursuing an art career
Would've made a great civil engineer
You could've won championship rings
You could've stuck with the drums, I'd sing
You could've been so many things

They let a brilliant mind like yours
Waste away behind a locked door
2.5 weeks, 4 walls, and a cold concrete floor
And you spoke 3 languages but there's no talking your way out of this
I know I wouldn't have lasted as long as you did

I haven't been in the same room since I was 23
And I always thought I'd see you again eventually

And the last time we spoke I was chasing you down for money you owed
I don't have a rhyme for this, I'm just ashamed
Too broke to fly out the service the service
Never seen the plot you're buried in
But I think about you everyday

And I haven't been in the same room since I was 23
I always thought I'd see you again eventually
Like something on TV, catch up like old friends over coffee
But sometimes there's no cutscenes or resolutions
Just endings