I just turned fourteen years old, I feel like I could cry
And by the day I turn fifteen then I will surely die
Because I lie to other people, and I’m lying to myself
The day my brain stops churning is the day I burn in hell
When I’m gone, when I’m gone, oh!
You’ll really miss me when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss my petty crimes
And you’ll sure miss my half-assed rhymes
You’ll really fucking miss me when I’m gone
Pier Paolo went like Augustine, de Sade he went to mass
And Albert went at sixty-five with needles up his ass
Sure, he swore to Satan, but you know Richie still feared God
Lola met with Ludovico, Rousseau was shocked and awed
When I’m gone, when I’m gone, oh!
You’ll fucking miss me when I’m gone
You’ll miss my mind, you’ll miss my art
You’ll miss the way I fell apart
You’d really better miss me when I’m gone
May God runneth me over with the front wheel of my car
And may He brutalize my body with a great big metal bar
And may I never fade so fast, and may I never fall too far
And may I burn up in the atmosphere, a shooting falling star
I’ll forge a fortune forging fortunes in unfortunate reprise
And then I’ll reinvest the profits into plastic surgeries
The scalpel slashes both my cheeks, performs a hemicorporectomy
They call me Miss Dahlia, I’m so pretty, look at me!
When I’m gone, when I’m gone, oh!
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
They’ll say I died just like I lived
I’ll know I took just like I give
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
A victim of the modern age, be still, my bleeding heart
And hate is holding me together, love is tearing us apart
The angels play a symphony, the key of C, it hurts my head
If I just lay here dying, then I may well end up dead
When I'm gone, when I’m gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my walk
You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere
Oh, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone
There is no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone
And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone
And you won't find me singing on this song when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone
My pen won't pour a lyric line when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
And I won't breathe the bracing air when I'm gone
And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm gone
Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
I guess I’ll have to do it while
Guess I’ll have to do it while I’m
I’ll have to do it while I’m, while I’m
Here
Originally written October 2022(?); revised March 16, 2023