A Small Request

across a rolling sea of trash

You are the king at last, at last

but all the days still pass

as slowly as they ever have

You light some sage I step outside

Something is getting in my eyes

I still believe you when you lie

I still believe you

A small request to all my friends

Don't let them name me once I'm dead

Everything else is up for grabs

Better or worse or good or bad

You light some sage I step outside

The smoke keeps getting in my eyes

I still believe you when you lie

I tried, I tried, I tried

I hate to ask—

a small request

If you've got anything left

I hate to ask—

You give me nothing less than what I expect

I hate to ask—

A small request

I tried my best can't you at least give me that