Testo These Cheeks, Where The Worm Never Dies

How it begins it begins with me saying I'm lost again lost in your bends I remember when you gave me two fingers to get all those vultures off your back I got them off your back so you don't have to say you're sorry now and I don't have to say I'm sorry now to all the gray haired ladies who might have been my mother I won't bother to send you a letter or say hello I'll float across your minds down deserts and oceans in baskets of wine in caskets of dead men I'll roam and you don't have to say you're sorry now you don't have to say you're sorry now will history remember me when I've passed away after counting the days after fading away will I have to say I'm sorry now will I have to say I'm sorry now?