A day, in a week, in a year
Where everything went exactly as you feared
Lightning could strike me right here
Right here, holding the phone to my ear
The rest of my life, I'ma be like, "Yo, I was standing right there"
Boxes under the stairs
Found some old Nike Airs, still tight
Dust 'em off like, "I remember workin' nights for this pair"
Nightmares of what it'll be like watching
Lights from your flight's landing gear draw near
If I knew you was coming, would've picked somethingmore debonair
Best laid plans of mice and tin men
I was already dead, didn't need to pretend when the bayonet went in.