| Wrap me in linen
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| And show me to my tomb
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| Fashioned from sheets we’ve shared
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| And things I’ve yet to prove
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| And the glue is the hope that any promise I spoke
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| To my seat or myself or any person of note
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| Would be made good while I’ve still got the time
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| It’s not as depressing as it sounds
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| Just want to be prepared
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| I’m in no rush to end it
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| But look at it from my perspective
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| I’ve messed with confidence and never understood
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| If you’re not afraid then you’re not doing all you could
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| And I know that there’s love because I’ve seen it myself
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| And I’ll be damned if I don’t move because I’m scared to cross the road
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| I’ve never felt so much that I’d arrived
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| It’s not as depressing as it sounds
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| Just want to be prepared
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| I’m in no rush to end it
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| But look at it from my perspective
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| We want a happy home
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| We want to die with friends
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| We want to smile in life
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| Smile in the end
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| And I’ve been hoping
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| For clearer vision and open eyes
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| I want to stop wasting all my time keeping score
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| And stop existing for all this wishing and asking for
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| What I don’t have when I’ve got so much that I just ignore it
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| It’s not as depressing as it sounds
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| Just want to be prepared
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| I’m in no rush to end it
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| But look at it from my perspective
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| We want a happy home
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| We want to die with friends
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| We want to smile in life
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| Smile in the end
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| It’s not as depressing as it sounds
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| It’s not as depressing as it sounds |