I Hope My Mother Forgives Me On Her Deathbed
I think about death often
It's not that it scares me
So much as it simply gives me a deadline
By which I better have done all the shit I said I would
Because I'm not going to get another opportunity
Fall in love
Have a kid
Support myself and ones I care about
Seem to be the standard answers
But so far I haven't found a single thing that concerns me
Past the present
The future is neither bright nor bleak
So I guess I'll keep opening doors
To find a path to keep
And when I die
I know my friends and family will join together in a chorus
Shouting over and over
God rest your soul