Terminal Cancer in Landrum, SC

Fenced in for the weekend
Howling dogs want their feeding
I don't like how you treat them
Prison cold, shallowed breathing

Are you sure that everything's good?

Driving forward past the steep bend
Take a quick stop for deciding
Where to look, maybe nowhere
Don't you leave me slip and sliding

I'm not sure if everything's good

Corner store, the itch for drinking
Rainy night with heat lightning
Grandma told her to not be frightened
Grandma told her and I hope she listened

I'm not sure if everything's good
And she will warp and rot
Right underneath of these trees

Stay, stay so warm
In your Columbia coat
Meet me back later on
Where the roads are icy and long

Do you feel different at all
When you're screaming for her?
Did you try making calls?
Now the roads are snowed out, reborn

Stay, stay so cold
In your sundress and bones
I'll chase you back to your hole
In the ground and earth below

There's never one day of hope
While I still live with all my faults
A bleak reminder of null
I don't run, I don't think so much