Still feel the cat against your legs Under the table and the bottom of your bed Cloth's faded where you sit Just like the worries that won't mean shit when you're dead And all these worries are so palpable And these battle scares are weather-worn Old habits are the last to go Don't need to learn to read your lips To see the loss of all the things that you miss Your writing shakes now Like lines across your skin And your memory, like piss in the wind I used to walk the tight rope To scorch marks along the asphalt I used to be the one who helped To take the pain away for someone else Don't waste these fallow days Let the rest just fall away Don't wallow in this rain You'll miss it when the ice breaks I'm not dead just yet I'm not dead just yet