Detach

It gets easier the second time

And the fifth and the sixth

I'm detached, pulling all of my limbs off the trees just to prove that they're sick

It gets harder on the interstate

Stop signs in the middle of 65

I'm not fatal, but every time I hear that scream I'm just as weak as I used to be

It gets better when you're getting high

Sorry, mama, gotta go

And fuck my lungs up, it's just something I do for fun

And maybe if I'm lucky I won't live to see myself getting old

And I'll see you on the other side