One time, this old man sat beside me
He said "sonnyboy, a part of me has died
My lady, she's mixed up like a madman
And so here I am, I'm doubtful like the bride"

This guy continued with his story
Saying "why the hell have I become this way?
I found out the more I knew my baby
The more I wanted her to stay
Now I am
Too tired to sleep, too starved to cook
Too drunk to know what's going on
Too sad to weep, too vain to look
Too shy to start a singalong
But I know, I'll be fine, I'm ok"

"Hoping for something gives us comfort
Because everything will always go to plan
But only if we can guess the ending
We'd soon enough be back where we began
And I am
Too stoned to fly, too lost to grieve
For anything she's given me
Too dead to die, too glad to leave
Her far behind so I won't see
Those same eyes, that same smile, her new man"

Laughing, he left the conversation
As I think this old man's shown me all I need
That death will teach me how to promise
And life will teach me how to bleed