Of Friendship, Promises And Picks

We were driving in a car towards the cliff
Right before the moment we went down
He turned his head and said:
Look man, if I die and you survive
You can have my guitar picks

But that was just a dream

We were heading towards the butcher's knife
Right before our heads went down
He closed his eyes and said:
Look man, if I die and you survive
Would you take a message to my wife?

But that was just a dream

We were flapping both our wings near the sun
Right before they all fell down
He yelled his lungs and said:
Look man, if I die and you survive
You’ll still be my rightful arm

But that was just a dream

We were falling straight into the devil's mouth
Right before he chewed our bones
He laughed to me and said:
Look man, if I die and you survive
Would you bury me near my house?

But that was just a dream
The best nightmare I ever had
But still I took a message to his wife
I told her that she is the meaning of his life
And I still guide him when I can
When he needs I offer him a helping hand
And when the time will come for him to pass
And if he dies and I'll survive
I’ll bury him near his house
And right before this statement ends
And everything is done as gift
I’ll walk to him and say:
Hey man, you promised me your guitar picks