the red blanket, it was your casket
the last few, you lived in another planet
i stood with my hands in my pockets, wondering
the thoughts were thundering
your soul was getting ready to rocket
i’m not a prophet, but death was the only option
sat there, looked at you, unconcious
looked with caution, you’ll never be forgotten
i know these things happen, people go and become absent
we’re only atoms, your soul ends up in a remote cabin
there may be dragons, but you’ll find a balance
we begin to sadden, but it’s okay
‘cause i know life is a challange
and i know damage, i’ve been savage
so i look back, remember your talent
remember there was no baggage, we were never passive
i’ll occasionally remember your habits, laugh and imagine
you were never heartless and you loved me even at my hardest
when i suffered through the darkness
never wordless and told me these things happen
you need to take chances, don’t abandon
because you have passion, my bandit