[Verse 1]
When you're dead, you will be survived
By a total absence of surprise;
By the wistful sighs and dejected shrugging
Of all the losers you were f**ing
When you're dead, your phone will still blow up
Your friends still calling to buy d**
A million unread messages
Asking where the after party is
[Refrain]
It's yours
[Verse 2]
When you're dead, you will be reunited
With everyone you used to get high with;
Gathered together in a warm place
Indistinguishable from L.A
When you're dead, they will all be sorry
About all those times you borrowed money
About all of your unrealized dreams
To go to school for cosmetology
[Refrain]
It's yours
[Verse 3]
When you're dead, they will toast your life
At your friends' sh**ty DJ nights;
No one will hear their speeches clearly
They'll all just think it's someone's birthday
When you're dead, the hardest hit will be
The girls who aren't legal to drink
The months of grief they'll have to fight through
So they can grow up to be just like you
[Refrain]
It's yours