You Can Eat Me

[Verse]
I won't make this trip, I'm already dead
You can eat me, if you need to

But I won't taste right, as you chew through
All the good times that we outgrew

You feel the salt wind hit your heavy, wet hair
That the heat wave couldn't dry out

Now you're crying with a stiff mouth
That still tastes like your last bite

Of my left leg that's now sheet white
As the flies come in the dead of night

You start to venture through the ever-thick trees
Feet are tired, eyes are weary

You find a stray fox in a plane wreck
With a split lip and a cracked neck

There's a left shoe at the fox's feet
Must've flown here cross the big sea