Bury me in west lawn, let the ocean take me away
I wanna be part of the water, if you wanna be part of the waves
One of a billion salty graves; joining oblivion as I fade
Maybe I'll go for one last ride, on the wait list for being weightless
Or maybe I'll just stay inside, and reflect on being alive
Back before I was fourteen years old, I didn't worry about getting cold
I didn't get cold the way I do now; they tell me just keep moving around
That's what I'm doing now
Beat me up Scotty (kick my ass), throw me off of the ship
I wanna be naked in space, I want that weird thing to happen to my face
One of a trillion particle graves; becoming something new as I fade
Tell Elon I don't wanna go, I'm on the wait list to stay and change this
But if the SpaceX shuttle should blow, let the pieces land in the ocean
Back before I could feel my emotions, back before I knew how to be still
Well I would just stay in motion, and rely on my own will
That's not what I'm doing now