Future Conversations

There's comfort at the bottom At the bottom of a crutch Or held tightly in the arms of your love Cause I hardly sleep For your all i dream Never a day goes by That i don't think tonight Might just be my final My final high alive Well its hell for me To have time to think To have time Cause I've been talking to myself In anticipation of whats Of whats ahead I've been speaking Through conversations Fabricated in my head Between you and I Over and Over An it never comes to fruition Well its hell for me To have time to think To have time Cause I've been talking to myself In anticipation of Whats going to be ahead My death