Why do we loan ourselves to things by which we will never be repaid
And feel consoled by tomorrow when today has been profaned?
And feel consoled by tomorrow when today has been profaned?
Confused by choices ... or blind to cause-and-effect and a future gravestone
Today's a draft of your epitaph
Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave
Update your draft of your epitaph
'Till you crash and break like a wave
I'll hope to file away my account today, and see in it some value
And appreciate all that I've had, before I quit this venue
Confused by choices ... but alive to cause-and-effect and a eventual gravestone
Today's a draft of your epitaph
Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave
Update your draft of your epitaph
'Till you crash and break like a wave
Something about someone with a hood and a scythe ...
Something about a date you just can't ... cancel
Eulogies, memories, services, tombstones, flowers, candles, tears and regrets
If I ask myself, every day, 'is today the day?'
Then one day, it will be ... my final draft
Lost in today ...
Confused by choices ... or blind to cause-and-effect ...
And a future gravestone, an eventual gravestone ...
Today's a draft
Today's a draft of your epitaph
Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave
Update your draft of your epitaph
'Till you crash and break like a wave
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