Lie in Our Graves

We lie in our graves

I mean we’re untruthful in death

And I would like to tackle this tasteless tradition

At my grave, let the preacher say “well shit, even if there is a heaven, this guy lived more down here on earth than those angels ever could up there with the squares”

I don’t need a heaven
I just need summer nights and morning hikes
Pretty art and prettier girls
With a beautiful landscape to wrap it all up in one neat little adventure

Life is a free concert
But you can’t crowd surf to the front if you’re scared of death
And you’ll never jump on stage if you’re nervous about getting into heaven
And after the band dies
You bring it back to life for an encore
And their best song is that one your parents didn’t want you to listen to

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