Grabstein

I got two fingers in the blinds
Seeing old friends passing by
Eating alone at a table for twelve
When someone calls, they want money
Sorted out, the woman is gone
I've cut off all my friends
Except one, who's perfect
But he thinks he's better

I sing myself a birthday serenade
And hear it echoing from all walls
On my headstone it should say
Fuck off from my property
I don't want to see you here anymore
Fuck off from my property

I stare into emptiness through the peephole
Only my number in my phone
And in my will
It says, you should burn my money
Before, I wasn't allowed to play
Today, you're not allowed to play
So many candles on the cake
I blow them out and start coughing

I sing myself a birthday serenade
And hear it echoing from all walls
On my headstone it should say
Fuck off from my property
I don't want to see you here anymore
Fuck off from my property

On my headstone it should say
Fuck off from my property
I don't want to see you here anymore
Fuck off from my property