Damian

Damian died at 28 at a friend's home Super Bowl Sunday

His mama died back in his teens

Her passing is still a horrific dream

Damian was as quiet as can be

And after his mama died, he got quieter and quieter

And after his great-grandma passed on Thanksgiving

I think he lost his will to keep living

At least, that's my opinion

But I'm not a mind reader

I'm a musician who don't hold no dominion in Ohio

Hell, I didn't even attend Damian's memorial

Damian had diabetes

And I put it like this: He didn't eat Wheaties

He was known for being evasive and sneaky

He was known for taking off and disappearing for days

He never shared his innermost thoughts

In his eyes, I could see he was anxious and lost

And I'm told that he was into some other things that I

Dare not say, for his grandma would be mad at me

His grandmother is my favorite cousin

She gets me, and I get her

We don't have to speak to understand each other

We shine like the shine

We're like sister and brother

Next door, there's a party going on

While I'm down in the bunker, writing songs

It's been a long time since I've been invited to a party

I guess I'm getting older and less exciting

It's okay, I'm glad they don't come knocking they're drunk

And on top of it, they're playing Jack Johnson

As I age, I prefer sitting home and watching

True Crime series, the news, and boxing

And tonight, when I get home

I'm going to get under my covers and turn my electric blanket on

And read about Jack Dempsey's life and times in the 1920s

About Hollywood and Prohibition, his long famous bouts, his obscure exhibitions

His rise from poverty to lots of money

His win over Willard, his loss to Tunney

And I'll say a prayer for my Aunt Carolyn

And I'll say a prayer for my favorite cousin

I say a prayer for my mom and dad

I'll say a prayer for my girlfriend and her cat

I'll say a prayer for my sisters and my friends

I'll say a prayer for young Damian