Palliative Care

I'm just a chalk outline

Nothing but a name

We could move away

Live under different names

See places that don't just stay the same

Prescribed the cold sea breeze

Classic cars and movie scenes

Shake off your old ways

Be who you could've been

We're all just living in palliative care

Finding our own ways to get there

Black coffee and dusty books

Pay-phones and lost good looks

Forgotten towns that lost

What once made them good

And stories never told

Whiskey will numb the cold

Until we get old

We swore we'd never get old

We're all just living in palliative care

Finding our own ways to get there

We're all just living in palliative care

Finding our own ways to get there

We're all just living in palliative care

Finding our own ways to get there

We're all just living in palliative care

Finding our own ways to get there