un poco sobre mi muerte
being happy today
toads jumping all the way
where r we going, they say
but i sure don’t know
i just wanna go
and hop
and get wet
have fun hang out work with the people i’ve met
sets roots in the air
to get blown away
by my own wind
by my own mind
my coffin’s not lined
with velvet or dead bird’s feathers
it has dirt and worms and roots and seeds
and mud and water
and no sleeves
when i’m done i’ll be rotten through and through
que tal tu?