Thoughts of Those Better Men Have Gone Away

I thought of dying and dying young Set the funeral up for dawn Vultures flying around my brain Trying to pry out what it may contain A couple memories of who I was Then turn to dirt and turn to dust Watch the rain wash the rest away Life you know just goes and goes Those few mistakes that took their hold of Every after thought you had A calendar you can't turn back As I let time brittle my bones I'll see no king upon his throne And one by one you take your leave A sinking feeling on repeat.