And I don't have much kid
You can have anything I can spare
I know what a crutch is
I've been standing on mine here for years
And I had some good friends
Who got lost in the powder and flames
Now I make a point
In conversation to mention their names
You call me an asshole
But you don't know a thing about me
Been freaking myself out
Since I had my head stomped in 2016

I'm afraid of a lot here
Cover it up with sarcasm and sighs
Been thinking 'bout death for ten years
Since I sat and watched my cousin die
I cooked him his last meal
Yeah that's just what a good friend does
Sometimes I hear in his good ole voice
"Play me some Conway Twitty, cous"
And that's everything that I ever was