crash your car. you leave behind the ones who love you most. seventeen years young, now a ghost. too young to feel I’m out of time, or understand we’re all just dying and how easy it is to go. i remember when I felt so free. there was no fear then - impossible - i was invincible until you died. there was no stopping, not even if you tried. you’re not coming back. your body’s lying flat. mud makes your casket fold. we’re just getting old. tomorrow morning won’t be the same.