You didn't know me when you were a kid in trouble at school, alone at lunch again. I didn't know you when I broke my knee. Spent the summer on crutches and everybody teased, except for this one friend I almost forgot. You didn't know me, but he knew me best: the weight of my brain and my fear of my cold head. You never saw me interred in the ice. My friend tried to melt, but he couldn't thaw me out right. So I got ditched freezing alone with my thoughts. And though I once said I was better off just being dead without my old friend, I didn't know you yet. You didn't know me, but you got cold too, and your mind was heavy and you thought you might lose it. Well, everything fucked up we both felt before, I'm glad for it all if it got us where we are. With you in the boat there, I almost forgot how I once said I was better off just being dead. I didn't know you yet. And you might've said you were better off just being dead but I'm looking out for you, my friend. I didn't know you when you were a kid, but swimming with you it sure feels like I did.