I Want This to Be Written on My Tomb [ voice recording , inspired by Ceiling Gazing by Mark Kozelek and Jimmy Lavalle ]

Money is dead. My father is an angel.
September came and went, on my calendar schedule.
I am not a good singer, and I have no idea what I am doing.
You look like perfect weather, when you're doing puzzles.

I cried last night, and I cried this morning.
Look at the sky. I bet you wish you were an angel.
It is so fun to fly; just look at the birds in the sky.
I wanted to pee, but I forgot to lock the door.

I know there's about 15,000 children going hungry.
I could try to find them and give them something to eat.
Why would I lie? I'm only a person, a human being.
I don't want to die, but I have to, so I'll just accept it.

I don't wanna feel like I am doing everything wrong.
I hope you're a person who knows what's right and what's wrong.
I wear myself out. I don't know how people can function so well.
I don't know how people can build cities and burn them down.

I don't know how factories are built or how people make
machines that make all the things that we use every day.
I don't care what I think or what I say.
I just need to know the answer to the question:

What are we supposed to be doing?
What is consciousness?
Solipsism is a dangerous mess.
I wish you were here with me right now,

and we could talk about TV and movies and games
and what we're going to do this Christmas.
I hope you're having a beautiful day or night,
or whatever you do, I hope there are people to help you.

Or if you're totally alone, if you're the last human
who will ever live, I hope you find some peace in the afterlife.
I hope the afterlife is kind to you.
I hope I am not too annoying for you.

I'm gonna  go outside today, because my mom is taking me home.
I might be worthless, and I might be sad,
but I'm still alive, and that makes me glad.
So goodbye for now. We'll talk pretty soon.

I want this to be written on my tomb.