Take this time to remember what we are
(What we’ve accomplished)
I don't want to be known regrettably

I’d prefer a coffin to a shoe box
And the ocean to dirt and rocks
I’d prefer a coffin to a shoe box
And the ocean to dirt and rocks

I’d prefer to sink miles deep
Than have this opened again
Again

I’m a time capsule
That never had much of a soul
Smooth the soil, burn the maps
I’m not ever coming back
Smooth the soil, burn the maps
I’m not ever coming back

Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me