verse perhaps when i collapse people will see through will my musical faade or hold me dear i ll be revered call me a lyricist each line a poetic fist landing blows to the softest spot that i can i hope i don t just become some dead man but someone who made something who made changed beautiful another one what happens when we die can i take you or all the pets i ve had in my life i don t like to think about it but i guess i ll be alright if there s nothing outro and all though we die and there may be nothing i will try to live as though there s something