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