If I die
Where does my tombstone go
You know, that rock
Where my last name grows
Into a little phrase
Summing up my time
Decades crammed into
One or two lines
One or two lines
If I die
Where does my body go
Will it go to waste
Take up space
I'll never know
Will my frame
Burn to dust
When my hearts' had enough
This feels temporary
This feels temporary
When it's time
Will I be ready
To say goodbye
Will my hands be steady
Will I kick, scratch, scream
Will my fingers bleed
Trying grip onto my family
This feels temporary
(am I home or on my way)
This feels temporary
(do I get the choice to stay)
No I don't know what comes next
I hope all this is worth it
The good times, and the bad
And when I die, I hope it's quick
Swift and painless
But it can't get worse
Than saying goodbye
This feels temporary
This feels temporary
Please stay with me
This feels temporary
