SMILE AT MY FUNERAL
When I die please don’t speak of me meaningless and quick
Don’t say the washed up quote “he worked hard and went even when he was sick”
Do not speak repetitive Bible verses, john 3:16, so overdone
Talk about how I made you feel talk about our childhood with toy guns
Because to me life is not about money, death should never be a church service
It’s about celebrating beauty and being yourself through sunshine and when hurting
Do not dare wear black for this will be a party for the masses
I want all yellow shirts, and strong drink inside your glasses
Don’t cry for me because I was never here and never left
I’ve always been inside your mind, my stories on your breath
