Death of a Spaceman

I know there’s…

something good that I’d die here for
something great that I’d live here for
something fly that I’d write for you
something wrong that I’d fight you for
something sick that you’d cure me of
something said to make sure you’re loved
some of us cannot trust no one
some of us don’t deserve no trust
nothing wrong with not being strong
nothing says we’ll defeat what’s wrong
nothing man-made remains made long
that’s a debt we can’t back out of
nothing that they can take from you
nothing that they can do to me
nothing I wouldn’t do for you
nothing left here but you and me