Damian

Lyrics

Damian died at 28 at a friend's home Super Bowl Sunday His mama died back in his teens Her passing is still a horrific dream Damian was as quiet as can be And after his mama died, he got quieter and quieter And after his great-grandma passed on Thanksgiving I think he lost his will to keep living At least, that's my opinion But I'm not a mind reader I'm a musician who don't hold no dominion in Ohio Hell, I didn't even attend Damian's memorial Damian had diabetes And I put it like this: He didn't eat Wheaties He was known for being evasive and sneaky He was known for taking off and disappearing for days He never shared his innermost thoughts In his eyes, I could see he was anxious and lost And I'm told that he was into some other things that I Dare not say, for his grandma would be mad at me His grandmother is my favorite cousin She gets me, and I get her We don't have to speak to understand each other We shine like the shine We're like sister and brother Next door, there's a party going on While I'm down in the bunker, writing songs It's been a long time since I've been invited to a party I guess I'm getting older and less exciting It's okay, I'm glad they don't come knocking they're drunk And on top of it, they're playing Jack Johnson As I age, I prefer sitting home and watching True Crime series, the news, and boxing And tonight, when I get home I'm going to get under my covers and turn my electric blanket on And read about Jack Dempsey's life and times in the 1920s About Hollywood and Prohibition, his long famous bouts, his obscure exhibitions His rise from poverty to lots of money His win over Willard, his loss to Tunney And I'll say a prayer for my Aunt Carolyn And I'll say a prayer for my favorite cousin I say a prayer for my mom and dad I'll say a prayer for my girlfriend and her cat I'll say a prayer for my sisters and my friends I'll say a prayer for young Damian