BOWIE’s DEAD

I know what it’s like to disappear
I know what it’s like to live in fear
I know what it’s like to lose all trust
I know what it’s like to fall in lust
I know what it’s like to be a cuck
I know what it’s like to be a schmuck
I know what it’s like to say, “thanks & you?” instead of “hi”
I know what it’s like to wish your parents both would die

Bowie’s dead

I know what it’s like to not know if the moon is full
& I know what it’s like to not feel anything at all
I know what it’s like to be the brokest man in Gucci shoes
I know what it’s like to Google “how to tie a noose”
I know what it’s like to not know why yr telling lies
I know what it’s like to wake up stuck in the same life
I know what it’s like to not have gods
I know what it’s like to cheat on people that you love

Bowie’s dead
But I’m not dead
& yr not dead