One day, i'll become a pile of ashes sitting in a vase in someone's living room,
(though I won't belong)
Or be picked apart and observed in labs with cold white lights
Maybe apart of me will sit inside a stranger's body
Going
Thump
Thump
Thump
I hope they don't mind the palpitations
Or maybe it'll be less of a romance
I could be forgotten under a deep dark well
Or be smothered under train tracks
So how do I go on
I want to letters of my name to be splattered among constellations
And have my bones be buried under a garden of untouched roses
My words being carved in marble
My heart being preserved, gracing the masses
I hope you will remember me
In temporary people and temporary cities
I want to last forever
Not to stay underneath lukewarm when the veins of this city being seen through space
None of us are stoic
But when this gets too comfortable i would rather burn
Turn the dial up i say!
my hands covering my eyes
Four, five, six,
