Sometimes I think I died in the rafters that night Shocked to death, barely 25 Limp limbs, heart electrified One burnt arm, an open casket for these friends of mine
Make me ashes in your back yard Portions on the mantle
What if I get to Heaven To a sign that reads, “No, your kind’s not welcome” Neither were your questions Good try, but you’ve heard how we feel here about intentions
Please get rid of the mess For the sake of my parents We know they’ll blame themselves They shouldn’t have to see this Remains of efforts The best intentions of their only son
Take my things, place them on shelves As small reminders for everyone else He stood so tall, but then he fell Boxes full of ideas that I once held
Make me ashes in your back yard Portions on the mantle I tried When I’m gone will you carry out my intentions
What if I get to Heaven To a sign that reads, “No, your kind’s not welcome” Neither were your questions Good try, but you’ve heard how we feel here about intentionsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
