sometimes my father talks about dying and it scares me so much that i laugh

"there's a stretch on the highway
from your house to mine
my father and i pass each week.

there's a billboard above
and a graveyard below
and my father and i barely speak.

when we pass he says,
'everyone dies.
when i go, i am going for good.
i won't be there to feed you,
to love you, to lead you.
you should know, i did what i could.'"