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letra de casket - charlie curtis-beard

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 death 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!ll me?
someone save me…
how am i supposed to live
when all you try to do is k!ll me?
save me

[verse 3: quizzy]
dread the death 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 he-rs-s?
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]

- charlie curtis beard

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