When I die young
Will you remember me? for who i was
Not as the embarrassment that id become
Misdirected nourishment, the smoking gun
You know I rely on
Our chemisty, and all the drugs
Dont know how i ever let it go on for so long
Dont think that ill ever give it up, least not alone
So will I die young
Will you remember me? for what I've done
Not for what you think of me, or thought of us
Thank you for the memories, and for the trust