today i choked on the ashes of tomorrow
but i didnt care that it had ever been said
yesterday i engraved my name on every tombstone
where i read aloud my hopes and dreams
moments ago i shook hands with my own ghost
and told him that it didnt matter being transparent
in a couple of years ill be witnessing my own funeral
to laugh at how hard people are trying not to laugh
right now i am flying through the clear glass window of whatever
waving and blowing kisses to my former fans and photographers
every day
any time
every feeling
any place
you will find me
lying face first in your beautiful bed of roses
just to notice that the bed is not mine.