

They had the door shut,
Lights out, Whole room waiting on me to stay down.
Funny
thing— I got up.
They threw dirt on a man still breathing,
Called it over while my heart kept beating,
Had my name in the past tense,
neat and clean, Like they knew something I hadn't seen.
Heard the talk through the walls at night,
Saw who disappeared when the money got tight,
Every hand that pushed,
every bridge that burned Just gave me another damn thing to learn.
They had the numbers,
They had the odds,
Every good reason
I should've been gone.
But—
They couldn't get me,
They couldn't get me,
Came close enough that I felt that wind.
Thought I was finished,
Counted me missing— Then I walked right back in.
They took their shot,
Let 'em take it again.
I'm still right here.
They couldn't get me then.
I've seen pretty smiles with a knife underneath,
Promises made through somebody else's teeth,
Seen a sure thing disappear into smoke,
Seen the last little thread somehow never broke.
I don't scare easy,
I don't scare fast,
I've already met things I wasn't supposed to pass,
Every damn time somebody called it the end— There I was.
Breathing again.
Maybe luck.
Maybe nerve.
Maybe I got more lives
Than I deserve.
Call it whatever
Helps you sleep— You tried to bury something That don't stay deep.
They couldn't get me,
They couldn't get me,
Whole world leaning and I wouldn't bend.
Thought I was finished,
Counted me missing— Then I walked
right back in. Let the violins scream,
Let the low horns hit,
Let that whole damn room Get used to it.
I'm still right here.
Still ain't finished yet.
You almost had me— Almost don't count for shit.