I went to check what the last things you said to me were

Was gonna write you a nice song and use all your words

But all I see is a blank screen

I recall when you last spoke to me on the phone

We talked for hours got to tenfold repeat on your jokes

It was hard to hear through a jaw that was killing you

Don't have the messages but I expect they meant a lot to me

I feel sick to my stomach for leaving you in my machine

And all i saved is your setlist from Adelaide

I'm not getting younger

You're not growing old

You stopped collecting numbers

I wish you could've told me when you planned to take your grand departure from the earth

When I heard that you left

I played through our songs

Belted my drums

I felt you playing along

Sat through the funeral

The discomfort of home

No-one there who loved you to help carry the load

You taught me to talk

To ask what I'd like

To take all the shit with big picture in mind

The value of laughter and the charm of a smile

You lived how you died forever larger than life

Don't have the messages but I expect they meant a lot to us

I feel sick to my guts for leaving it all up to chance

So we cry in our surviving bandmates arms

And

I'm not getting younger

You're not growing old

You stopped collecting numbers

I wish you could've told me when you planned to take your grand departure

I'm not getting younger

You're not growing old

You stopped collecting numbers

I wish you could've told me when you planned to take your grand departure from the earth