remember the famous last words that someone famous said,   "tell them i said something, dont let it end like this,"   on a re-upholstered leather couch in a cloud of tv,   smoke, and cigarettes, or a mattress on a hard wood floor   and an old acoustic missing stringed guitar   playing that same stupid punk rock song,   "weve been at the end all along,"   a bathroobe in the hall from a long time agos lost friend,   and a note that waited ten years to tell me to remember him,   he said; "its been too long since we had a day together in new york,"   absences as long as life is short,   in the first chapter of the best book that i ever read in my life, it said,   "to be reborn, first you have to die,"   hey, would it be alright if i used your couch to get too drunk tonight?   i've spent so many days pushing my skies away   so i can keep my sights squarely on the ground,   reincarnations killing me