The moment I turn twenty-three
I´ll grab the gun my father gave to me
On my birthday when I turned seventeen
I´ll lay a note right next to me that says

"Split the money that I have evenly between my mom and my dad"
I´ll speak so eloquently on what to do with each half
I´ll tell Rebecca, "Buy a home down the road from Cypress Grove"
And I know, Mother, you don´t want me to go but I must go
And I´ll tell Mark to buy a car
Please know you´re always in my heart
Even when my conscious self departs, you did your job
And to Chris, I hope you´re smilin´
´Cause you kept the boy from dying
For almost a decade, man, fuck what my friends say
One twitch of the finger, fuck around and I´m dead weight

Don´t believe what the press say
I did this for me and no one else in the best way
To all of my friends, you know I wish you the best
And when you say my name, say that shit with your chest
And I think I should be clear, I don´t want

I don´t wan´ be here with people that
That I didn´t know last year at fuckin´ all
You don´t wan´ be here when I blow my top off
Girl, I don´t want to be here at all, at all, at all, at all, at all
I´ll put the metal to skin, and I´ll go off on a whim and say
That I don´t wan´ be here at fucking all

I wonder if tomorrow would´ve been better

In all honesty, it don´t even matter at all
´Cause it bends, it breaks, it folds
And I´m here right now so just hear me out
Know I let you down, but I can´t, no, I can´t
I can´t change anything, this trajectory
It was meant for me, it was meant to be
Don´t let my mom see me before they bury me
´Cause the man in that coffin, shit, he´s barely me
Plenty people gon´ say they were there for me
They weren´t there for me, they didn´t care for me, so

I don´t wan´ be here with people that
That I didn´t know last year at fuckin´ all
You don´t wan´ be here when I blow my top off
Girl, I don´t want to be here at all, at all, at all, at all, at all

I´ll put the metal to skin, and I´ll go off on a whim and say
That I don´t wan´ be here at fucking all