And when I die,
Don’t you dare come to my funeral Don’t put flowers on my grave
Don’t cry and say you’ll miss me
Because you’re the reason I’m six feet under
Wondering if I’ll ever Rest in Peace
I don’t have to tell you things are bad, everyone knows it’s bad.
Two knocks on the door but I know you won’t wait to burst in, go ahead lay more stress on my neck
as if carrying my own insecurities wasn’t already forcing my head down to the pavement.
Enlighten me on your worries,