I hope that I don’t die in an awkward way

Like choking on spit or spraining a leg

Ow Ow Ow

I hope that I don’t die in an awkward place

Like farting on the dance floor

(Farting on the dance floor)

Pushing on a pull door

(Pushing on a pull door)

Opening your softcore porn in the grocery store from the night before

I hope that I don’t die on an awkward day

Like a Tuesday or a Thursday

On a first date you take me to an ice rink

I need the bar cause I don’t know how to ice skate

But I’ll still fall and turn the ice to dark pink