Survivor?

Are there any survivors?
As Passenger sings;
Treading New York lanes,
And how it rings;
In the back of my mind,
In the center of my skull,
These last few years
Having taken their toll;
My own cancer path
Forked from my friend;
Mine has yet to go south
And bring to me the end;
My lips are liars;
I thought them remedy.
But all my desires
Seem to focus only on me;
Are there are survivors?
Or am I here alone?
I long since took the path
That leads too far from home.