Twenty-Three (2011 Remix) [feat. Weerd Science]

I don't sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

Down the hall there's a kid that I know
He's kind of quirky so I say hello
He's so sarcastic but he's always right
Working on those problem sets late into the night

Mad magazines sit piled by his bed
A million brilliant thoughts going all through his head
We bike to class in the autumn rain
He tells me that he's fine but I know he's in pain

Pat, I miss you, dude, it's so hard to say goodbye
In Europe, last winter, you were tired of the lie
Monoxide in the bathroom but the door was locked
We were always there for you, you could have called and talked

I felt guilty and alone and so sick when I discovered
You did it in Berlin, you'd just talked to your mother
I guess it was too much, depression disillusion
Maybe suicide's an answer but it wasn't the solution

And I wish that you hadn't done it
Could have won it and moved on from it
And we could have grown old together
But instead you'll always be twenty three, twenty three

We sat together one night on El Camino
On the bench by the bus stop hiding from El Nino
You told me your secret, I just sat there in shock
You couldn't tell your parents, you couldn't break that lock

Cognitive dissonance, trapped in your shell
Depression and regression made your life a living hell
The pain was too intense, the fence too strong to break
So you went to Germany, it was too much to take

You came back broken hearted, distracted by the dream
The worlds collided now, college wasn't what it seemed
You went to back to Berlin to find yourself once more
They broke down the door and found you lying on the floor

I took the Amtrak up the coast, your mom met me at the station
I went to see your house and photos of your graduation
We drove to your grave, no tombstone where you lay
Your freshmen yearbook's by your bed and your room's in disarray

And I wish that you hadn't done it
Could have won it and moved on from it
And we could have grown old together
But instead you'll always be twenty three

Ladies and gentlemen
I want you to meet a good friend of mine
This is Patrick Wood
What's up, Lars?
What's up, Pat?
How you doing, man?
Good

What do you think of me having my recording equipment
Take up three quarters of our small room in the Kimball dorm?
It's no problem man, I love you
I love you too Pat
Thanks Lars
Pat Wood, hey, that's you

And I wish that you hadn't done it
Could have won it and moved on from it
Now we'll never grow old together
But you're in my memory

And I wish that you hadn't done it
Could have won it and moved on from it
Now we'll never grow old together
But you're in my memory, twenty three
(Suicide sucks)