South San Gabriel I Feel Too Young to Die

I did not know of what you spoke, but got your faces all the same
I thought of stealing baby's breath, but stopped it when you came
The trouble, stress, and all the fuss, that I did leave with you
A comfort absent for a while, have you missed me, too?
An altercation possum-like, earned this broken leg
An illness somehow creeping in, now all I want is rest
Now I am in magnolia, and I am Indian paintbrush
I am drunk with fishen smells, mouse and nip and such
And I have hidden acorn shells, and I have dreamt of Ron
I will dream of some new fowl, now that he is gone
Still I will limp among these fields, chasing grasshopper
I have thought of brand new homes, knowing I'll return
I feel too young to die.