I don’t know if she was throwing it away
I couldn’t tell, I ran away
Though I know it’s gonna haunt me to the end
I’d do it all again

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

I take a puff and I take a couple pills
I take my bike through Cypress Hills
Overthinking drinking last night
In the beauty of the sunlight

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

Friday night rambles around inside my mind
I’d search my memory but I’m scared of what I’d find
Looking in the mirror, asking those questions of the glass
Never learning nothing, just like I did in class

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure
I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

Dialogues Concerning the Mojo of Jason Matu

Dying Of The Cure

The one and only folk singing lawyer of Bushwick from the Enchanted Mountains of western New York, who learned the craft in the Ohio River Valley and the Bluegrass Plateau.