And so it goes

I saw the end of

Another wasted day

I chose to drink away

You can't expect too much

Of years beyond your youth

When you spend your last five

On another shot or two

When I die, will you write on my grave

That I was almost great?

(When I die, will you write on my grave

On a music stave that I was almost great?)

They say by now

You are who you will be

I hope that it's not true

I seem to have missed some cues

I never dream of

Anything pleasing

But I have lived a few

No nothing that made the news

(When I die, will you write on my grave

On a music stave, that I was almost great?)

I don't want to

But I have to go

Here's 7 things

To remember me by

If I'm honest

I don't want to know

If there are things

You'll remember me by

When I die, will you write on my grave

That I was almost great?

Somehow a part of me still says

That there is reason for all this

When I know there's not

This vessel will rot the same

As all the rest