WHEN WE BECOME GHOSTS

One day they’ll say my name

for the last time…

And I wonder—

Will the world even notice

I was here?

I’ve spent my whole life chasing something,

Trying to become somebody worth remembering.

Counting every failure like a headstone,

Building my own cemetery out of everything I’ve done wrong.

I thought I’d have the answers by now.

Thought I’d finally know who I was.

But I’m still staring at the ceiling at 3 A.M.,

Asking—

Was I ever enough?

Maybe we’re not meant to live forever.

Maybe that’s what makes this beautiful.

So if tomorrow never comes—

Remember me

for who I fucking was.

WHEN WE BECOME GHOSTS,

DON’T CRY BECAUSE WE’RE GONE.

SING THE WORDS WE LEFT BEHIND

AND KEEP OUR FUCKING MEMORY ALIVE.

If there’s another side,

I’ll meet you somewhere past the light.

And if there’s nothing waiting there—

THEN LOVE ME WHILE I’M HERE.

WHOA-OH-OH—

Love me while I’m here.

WHOA-OH-OH—

Before we disappear.

I’ve watched photographs become memorials,

Watched “I’ll see you tomorrow” become impossible.

And that’s the cruelest thing about goodbye—

You never know

when you’re saying it for the final time.

So call your brother.

Kiss your mother.

Tell your friends you’d bleed for one another.

Hold the person sleeping by your side—

Because someday

one of you won’t wake beside the other.

We spend our lives afraid of dying…

WHEN WE SHOULD BE TERRIFIED

OF NEVER FUCKING LIVING.

WHEN WE BECOME GHOSTS,

DON’T CRY BECAUSE WE’RE GONE.

SING THE WORDS WE LEFT BEHIND

AND KEEP OUR FUCKING MEMORY ALIVE.

If there’s another side,

I’ll meet you somewhere past the light.

And if there’s nothing waiting there—

THEN LOVE ME WHILE I’M HERE.

I don’t need heaven.

I don’t need eternity.

I just need to know…

That somewhere in this fucked-up world,

I made somebody’s life

a little better

because they knew me.

And maybe…

Maybe that’s enough.

MAYBE THAT’S FUCKING ENOUGH.

WHEN THE HEART—

STOPS.

WHEN THE LIGHT—

DIES.

WHEN THEY PUT MY FUCKING NAME

BENEATH THE DIRT—

DON’T YOU DARE SAY

I WAS NOTHING.

I LOVED.

I LOST.

I BROKE.

I FUCKING LIVED.

BLEGH!

WHEN WE BECOME GHOSTS,

DON’T CRY BECAUSE WE’RE GONE.

SCREAM THE WORDS WE LEFT BEHIND

AND KEEP OUR FUCKING MEMORY ALIVE.

If there’s another side,

I’ll wait for you beyond the light.

But until that final moment comes—

LOVE ME WHILE I’M HERE.

LOVE ME WHILE I’M HERE.

LOVE ME WHILE I’M—

HEEEEEERE!

Whoa-oh-oh…

Love me while I’m here.

Whoa-oh-oh…

Before we disappear.

We all become ghosts eventually.

So give them something

worth remembering