Hopefully Not Now [But When I Do]

If I die, bury me in my writings

the scraps I’ve been scribbling since my very first heartbreak

And then throw me a party, laugh of all the things I used to say,

the words I’d sometimes create

And after some tears and the end of all the rage,

blow my ashes into the wind

and call it a day.

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