please don't die
father john misty
when i could be holding you
to my side somebody stop this joyless joy ride
i'm feeling older than my thirty-five years
thinking that i might end it
to me saying that it's all too much
i'll take it easy with the morbid stuff
honey i'm worried 'bout you
honey i'm worried 'bout you
you're all that i have so please don't die
all these pointless benders
oh my god you're so naive
you leave this world in a drunken heap
who'll make the arrangements
honey i'm worried 'bout you
honey i'm worried 'bout you