It's newly summer, and Tony Bourdain died I'm laying down in the shower staring up at a broken light There's something screaming out from in my vent at night It's shaking the house. It's trying to get out It wants to tell me another lie What if, what if, what if, what if What if the magic's gone? I guess I should be glad that there was any at all From 50th and Cedar to Richmond off of Front I guess I should be glad that there was any at all The city coughs me out Like a splinter in my wrist Getting pushed out of my skin The city coughs me out When I was seventeen I wrote a song about how I'm drinking kerosene To light a fire in my gut And I'll be coughing out embers for decades to come I was seventeen with a fire in my gut What if, what if, what if, what if What if the magic's gone? I guess I should be glad that I was still in the fight It was right there waiting for me (Right there waiting for me) I lost it in the lights (I lost it in the lights) I guess I should be glad that I was still in the fight The city coughs me out Like a splinter in my wrist When I was seventeen I wrote a song about how I'm drinking kerosene To light a fire in my gut And I'll be coughing out embers for decades to come I was seventeen with a fire in my gut The city coughs me out Like a splinter in my wrist Getting pushed out of my skin It's getting forced out of my skin When I was seventeen I wrote a song about how I'm drinking kerosene To light a fire in my gut And I'll be coughing out embers for decades to come I was seventeen with a fire in my gut I was seventeen with a fire in my gut