Posthumous Fame

When I die I don't want posthumous fame

When you burn my body please bury my name

Delete my voice memos and destroy all my tapes

Let my streaming fees lapse and let my memory escape

Collect the ten dollars in loyalties I made

Blow it all on sourdough and lemonade

Just don't expand on any framework I laid

And quit playing any songs I played

When I die I don't want posthumous fame

You can't win if you're out of the game

Direct your praise to someone who deserves the acclaim

And can move on and stay humble like success never came

But if my art gains traction while I'm living still

Will it ever be enough? I don't know if it will

When desire becomes overkill

Some dreams are better left unfulfilled