And I still can see when I close my eyes
That I'm too in love with culture it kills my mind
And I can't place a value on what I think anymore
So I'd like to live on until I die
I'll go to the place just underneath the floor
'Cause I can't reflect heaven on my life
And my grave will be shiny, iridescent glow
But they'll keep on asking "where did they go?"
And I hate to tell you but I think it's true
That I'll always be happy when I'm without you
I hate to tell you but I think it's true
That I'll always be happy without you