I'm not trying to make
Lost seem like a desirable
Outcome, really there have
Been times when I thought
I was going to die out there
Like when the friend of a friend
Who was leading the expedition
Told us to turn off our flashlights
To save battery because he could
Not remember the way and he
Would be right back what you
Maybe don't understand is that
We were deep under Paris entombed
With thousand thousand thousand
Femurs and fibula and skulls I used
As cupholders and in those moments
Of darkness and only silence I thought
Maybe my skull too would end up
Cupping beer bottles of the future
A girl could be so lucky but see I wasn't
Sure that friend-of-friend would
Find the way though I don't need to
Tell you that he did
When we emerged it was freezing
Four AM on the train tracks, very much
Alive but I do still think about my bloodless
Body only bones only bones where
Will they be most useful
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