Intro
G Em D
[Verse]
G Em
I won't make this trip
I'm already dead
D
You can eat me
If you need to
G Em
But I won't taste right
As you chew through
D
All the good times
That we outgrew
G Em
You feel the salt wind
Hit your heavy, wet hair
D
That the heat wave
Couldn't dry out
G Em
Now you're crying
With a stiff mouth
D
That still tastes like
Your last bite
G Em
Of my left leg
That's now sheet white
D
As the flies come
In the dead of night
G Em
You start to venture
Through the ever thick trees
D
Feet are tired
Eyes are weary
G Em
You find a stray fox
In a plane wreck
D
With a split lip
And a cracked neck
G Em
There's a left shoe
At the fox's feet
D
Must've flown here
G
'Cross the big sea