Damian Sun Kil Moon

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