On the day that I lost my name I took a nice long walk To the edge of infinity, Searching for it
You know, they say the earth is round And as I leaned to peer over the side of it There, lay a vast blanket of outer space No continuous ground— like they said No path to move on from Dead-end roads and deadened feet Had led me to this edge, where I cut myself on contemplative thorns
“At what point did he stop loving me?” “My friends are gone” “Rehab couldn’t fix me” “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow”
No, the world isn’t round My thoughts are round And so are my vices Always spinning and falling Into a perpetual mental cycle
So when I looked beyond the cliffs of my flat Earth Into the depths of nothingness I pondered what it would feel like
To tippy toe my way over
To lose myself forever
If I never wake up tomorrow Would they remember my name?