By The Time You Read This (I Will Already Be Dead)

By the time you read this, I will already be dead

Do not reply to this, it is only to be read

By the time you read this, I will already be dead

Do not reply to this, but notify my next of kin

Self administrate your estate, Pick up the pieces and give them away

Let them take all the things they want and dispose of yourself

Photos and notes go into the sink

Under all the hot water the faucet could give

Now my dreams are just running ink

Going down the drain

By the time you read this, I will already be gone

Do not reply to this, but realize what you have done

By the time you read this, it will already be true

Do not reply to this, just understand what you made me do

Oh, oh

By the time you read this, I will have gone the way that good men go

When they go bad, where they go bad

By the time you read this, I will have gone to the place where good men go

Where they go wrong, when they go wrong

By the time you read this, I will already have been changed

Do not reply to this, after I've experienced maximum pain

No longer good to anyone, and never would be again

Know that I spent my final days, endlessly tying the endless loose ends

One last look around the place, with sun shining into empty room

For the final time I close the door that will open for someone new

The only change I make before I leave, is in the bedroom of my dreams

Where I covered the walls in deep blue paint, rather than my blood and my brains