Here's the closest I've come to death before:
At one point we were evicted and didnt have the money to get a house for about a week and a half until we got another paycheck so we were staying at my Grandpa's house (he has a big house with about 50 acres of land) but I didnt want to so I went and stayed at my Mom's.
Well, the day after my Dad pulled up to the place he cashes his check and parked in the parking spot and this drunken lady in a car came speeding down the street (30 mph but she was going over 80 the police said) and hit the car, just as he walked on the curb.
He was alright, but here's the thing... I dont like to go in banks, they smell from lack of ventilation, they're always cold, nothing to do, etc. So I always stay in the car while he goes in there. I would of been in that car if we hadnt been evicted / had to stay at my Grandpas / went to my Moms.

Maybe tonight we'll fly so far away... We'll be lost before the dawn...