Why would I ever press decline

The question rhetorical but it circles my mind

Thinking back to times

We were on floor five

I was stage four or five

I was like four-five

We were in tough times

But there was this kid

His name was Nick

He said he was also very sick, but with a smile like that you would never think

Couple years older he was the big brother I always wanted

So of course when I got it you know that we bonded

He always responded

Years went by

I would call him that's my guy

He would never hit decline

He always had the right words to say

I was in so much pain

Suicidal thoughts started ringing through my brain

He reassured me we both would both be okay

Showed me grace through the rain

And when the day came

He'd be one of my best men

Hugged me when I was in remission

Yeah that's my best friend

The years they kept going

Now Nick was voting

And I was big bro-ing

Both of us were glowing

Both of us were showing we were more than what we went through

We both had new relationships to tend to

But like once a month Nick would call me up to check in

We blessed with new directions but the same love

We reminisced about Make a Wishes like we eighty sum'n

But I was dumb enough to forget where I came from

I hit him back like "sorry bro I missed your call"

He would text me back like "no man I'm glad you're busy it ain't your fault"

We'll have plenty of time to talk when we are grumpy adults

And my family can't wait to catch up at Warren Miller this fall

You and your sisters, y'all are getting so tall

Dude I'm so proud of you, you've made it so far

I hope you know I'm proud of the young man that you are

I text him back like thanks man next time I'll make sure I have my ringer on

Why would I ever press decline

If I picked up I could of said goodbye

Why would I ever press decline

If I picked up I could of said goodbye

Eternal sunshine gotta dot the eyes

Trapped inside a thoughtless mind

If I break the cycle where you reside

The Father won't reverse the time

So I revert to blind

New stages come and I curtain climb

Traumas multiply and I devise plans so I can see the sky

See my guys

Pick the prize and not my pride

Victimize the one who won't pick up their line

Like he had a choice to die

Now you use your voice to cry

His casket you lie behind

Your alibi a trying time

Tears, wet shirts, no time to dry

Fears, they hurt, but you high fly

Babyface boy here's your high five

Your disguise

Who gave a flying fuck about trying

Until it's televised

What you really decide

On your ride or die you hit decline

Why would I ever press decline

If I picked up I could of said goodbye

Why would I ever press decline

If I picked up I could of said goodbye

If I picked up I could of said goodbye