Esophagus

I know they're just words
But they are my anchor when I need one
I can't grasp the metaphysical
Yet my mind speaks in metaphors
I know that your body is six feet underground

(But somewhere your words
Leave and converge)

Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands
Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them
Money, money, it's all they ever fucking cared about
Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him

Trails of legacy for my mind to whimsically digest
I need someone to tell me rhetoric
To convince me that things are different
And I constantly chase my tail
And they spend their lifetime searching for rainbows

Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands
Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them
Money, money, it's all they ever fucking cared about
Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him

Every time I slip up, I think if you did, too
How could you do this to a child?
Who am I supposed to love?
Do I have to pick like cards in a deck?
Were we the cards in your hand?

Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands
Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them
Money, money, it's all they ever fucking cared about
Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him

I'll remember him (I'll remember him)
Chasing shadows everywhere