Swamp

I imagine my hands are clean 
  I am revitalized by things unseen 
  I begin a dialogue with the road 
  toothless, hopeful, about to explode... 

  how could I have ever been so lucky 
  to wake up looking in her face 
  and see the flowers she put 'round the room 
  brightening an otherwise crumbling place 

  she told me that jesus loves me 
  but I never knew who jesus was 
  some kid somewhere fucked up 
  well isn't this what a savior does? 

  don't cry 
  don't feel 
  don't die 
  because death is not real 
  it's good 
  it's yours 
  and it should come when things have run their course 

  I wanted her melted up inside me 
  all the tears and the smiles shed for me 
  she'd disappear to the world around me 
  everything to be a powerful memory 
  ...(so I could carry all that we'd been with me) 

  so I brought her to the swamp she loved so well 
  where I gently placed her in it 
  I brought her soul to ease with kisses 
  and I said to her as I's about to begin it 

  don't cry 
  don't feel 
  you won't die 
  because I don't think death's real 
  it's good 
  it's mine 
  and it should be 
  at your heels all of the time 

  and she said: 

  “and where's the sky for me now? 
  (its good that she sings) 
  and who will take it down? 
  (the freedom it brings) 
  and drape it all around me 
  (her voice is my very head) 
  every cloud and cosmo for a gown?” 

  I'm a good kid 
  old style 
  a happy child 
  and I'm never going to have to do that again 
  but if I want to, I can 

  don't cry 
  don't feel 
  don't die 
  because death is not real 
  it's good 
  it's ours 
  like the sun 
  like the worms 
  like the wind 
  like the flowers...