A Note From the Author February 1st to the Author January 1st Songtext
von The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die

A note from the author February 1st to the author January 1st
Three weeks, that′s how long it'll take you to loose confidence
In your ability to do things in the dark of your parents house
That you have been doing off and on for 25 years
To walk From basement to bedroom without forgetting about
The metal threshold in the kitchen between the tile and the hard wood
To go to the bathroom and not wake up the dog


And while you are home you′ll wonder why you ran away from them
So often knowing that they'll die away sooner than you want them to
And in fact, you want them to live forever
To never face their mortality, because you remember your father
On the day his mother died, the sound you tried to forget
Of him sobbing in your mother's arms
In the bedroom you all shared until you were five
You remember the water weight your mother silently shed crying
On the flight to Jamaica to bury her dad, the ones your
Motion sick father couldn′t see with his head pressed
Against the side of the plane
Nine years old, you had no handkerchief to offer her
So you just squeezed her hand and they warmed together

And every time your brother and sisters mentioned
How much better you had it, how hard they were in their day
You will think "yes, but you′ll have had longer with them
But, you'll still keep running, and you′ll always find yourself
Back there having to be reminded that in the recesses of your brain
Rest the choking noises your father makes when he brushes his teeth
And your mother's vaccination scars, and the sweat you wake up
In sometimes when the rain crashes against the roof"
They′ll be there long after your parents die
Long after you've settled on how to split the sale of the house
They are, after all, that which makes up your blood