where are you, fedex delivery man?
is there a cute girl's breast resting in your hand?
are you desperately slashing through a thick jungle bush?
no matter, old buddy, i'll be here. don't rush

the air will moisten, and then it will dry
i'll shiver from winter, and i'll sweat swatting flies
know that if death finds you, at least, you'll be missed
hopeful, i'm waiting for reasons, from you, to exist