Give me a bad grave, I don’t want a nice one.
Grab a stop sign and plunge it as my tombstone,
Buy me a used coffin, or better yet, suffice none—
I want to earn the worst grave ever owned.
I want to live so far they won’t remember me.
I want to change so much I cannot be recognized.
I want to give away all I have and cash my chips without a penny.
I want to be so much engravements won’t fit the size.
If you could see my body, I probably went out lamely irrelevant.
Give me a half-eaten corpse after tussling with a hammerhead shark.
Give me goo in a Ziploc bag after trying to invent a new element
Or a splattered mess thinking I’d make the jump in the dark.
How about impaled on a rollercoaster the one time I wasn’t scared
Or shitted out from an eagle mid-flight, falling greater than Napoleon.
I don’t want anyone at my funeral because my Italians pals will be there,
And so will the Chinese mob and we can’t have another war rolling in.
I want to roam all around I can’t tell between life and a videogame.
I want to meet so many people I get them mixed up.
I want to taste every food that I can’t name.
I want to love so much my heart’s used up.
I’d like to say that I was here and left tired, sore, and splintered.
That I fell in love every New Years and cried before the winter.
If earth is mostly water, life isn’t about the rocks you save.
I have tears on my stop sign, my neighbor has diamonds on his grave.