i don’t what’s more sad
you sitting in a cinema
watching a movie about me
long after i died lonely
or that nobody will ever read this
not notice that i’m gone
what will become of my art
maybe if i was alive i would know
but now i never wont
no matter how famous i get
or how irrelevant i am
it won’t matter now that i am being digested
by some fucking worms or something
like tom waits sung
dirt in the ground