Irony of Dying on Your Birthday

Just know we are a speck in time

So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty

I'll lock myself alone in a room, drink until the clock strikes noon

With just a pen, a pill, and some paper

And maybe I will write a sad song or another cliché poem

Of the person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison (Just know), a fucking rock star (We are)

I wanna die like God on the cover of time, just a blink and it's gone (A speck)

So baby, pour some fame in my glass (In time)

So kill the forest and destroy the beauty

I'll lock myself alone in a room, drink until the clock strikes noon

With just a pen, a pill, and some paper

And maybe I will write a sad song or another cliché poem

Of the person that I long to be

Colors blind the eyes, sounds deafen the ear

Flavors numb the taste, thoughts weaken the mind

I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife, so that I can see their pain

I choose to be a serial killer, because the victims don't get any fame

I'll lock myself alone in a room, drink until the clock strikes noon

With just a pen, a pill, and some paper

And maybe I will write a sad song or another cliché poem

Of the person that I long to be

I'll lock myself alone in a room (Just know; die like God on the cover of Time)

Drink until the clock strikes noon

With just a pen, a pill, and some paper (We are; die like God on the cover of Time)

And maybe I will write a sad song (A speck; just a blink and it's gone)

Or another cliché poem

Of the person that I long to be (In time; so baby, pour some fame in my glass)