Lawrence Arms - Last, Last Words

Dead sleep, flash of lightning in our heads
Out to sea, no way we're ever coming back
These are my last, last words
No one will ever read
Nameless stars fall down on me

Traffic builds, rush hour in my blood
Everyone's a phony, it's a bullshit game that I have lost
But I'm a lucky son, alive with bated breath
Tick box forty-one in a hunters cap

Hang me in the halls of obscurity
Behind the velvet ropes in a distant gallery
Save a place for me
When all is said and done
Dressed to kill for oblivion