Charlie Curtis-Beard - Casket lyrics

Casket [Intro: Rachel Vermillion] Who am I really? Do you Know me? I'm fading... [Verse 1: Quizzy] So I'm looking at my casket Basket of flowers in my bed, I'll be dead in a minute Garden's been fitted with the sickest of buds But the buds couldn't make it to the funeral Mama looking beautiful in black Backpacks are packed with black cats Rebels light em off when a soldier dies Eyes pretty dry Not the question of why But the question of why today? Maybe I was dreaming of being a human being And my soul just gave out Maybe I was teeming with demons and jesus finally Just gave up Maybe it's all the above That put me above Hovering over loved ones Son of a gun Trigonometry, prodigy hanging with posses who pop pop No he didn't die from the pistol popping But he did get his hands on some oxycontin Friends trying to find out if the fox is talking Who cares? who cares? No one does until you're dead So I wrote this verse and put one in my head [Verse 2: Charlie Curtis-Beard] I sometimes wonder what would my casket be... I often think that I'll be embodied in a body Filled with regret and memories What would be my centerpiece? Would it be me? buried feet first Six feet deeper than dusk and dawn? What would be my legacy? Who am I? Who was I murdered by? When where and why? If my dreams were nothing more than dreams Would I still be able to fantasize? If my life were intertwined with a nine to five And a briefcase and suit and tie Casual confidence, power and rise until I were sixty-five I'd retire with a pension package And I'd pack my baggage and my clothes Leave my mansion Touch off campus Travel the world in a caravan Till I find a bridge and I throw myself off As I fall down to my d**h I think: "Life isn't what I thought..." [Hook: Rachel Vermillion] How am I supposed to live When all you try to do is k** me? Someone save me... How am I supposed to live When all you try to do is k** me? Save me [Verse 3: Quizzy] Dread the d**h of kings and dreams I want gold coin like Mario Towers grow And cities float like clouds in the sky Yes sir I am a ghost From coast to coast And roller coasting Bloated off of pancakes and happy dreams Syrup veins and sweetness cleans I swear to god that I thought they were sugar pills Little bit of feels For the bigger thrills Feeling really real Casket filled with itty bitty pills and roses... Too many pedals, too many doses Too many tears man my casket doors need closing My mama crying man my casket doors need closing [Verse 4: Charlie Curtis-Beard] But what if I followed my dreams and I failed And I fell face first then Ended up in the hospital Died in my bed would you blame my nurses? Would you blame me for trying Like wasting my time, because I'm so worthless Starting to wonder if my dreams are worth it Will my casket match my hearses? I want these verses to keep my alive after I die Even though they're far from perfect In my eyes I'm far from perfect But I've been searching For ways to get rid of the last name "Curtis" It's part of me... I wonder Will I be like him too What the heck am I supposed to do? [Outro: Rachel Vermillion] Who am I really? Do you know me? I'm fading... What will I become? I'm drifting Will you save me? [Hook]