If I don't get the chance, tell my family I love them.
Tell them that I am made out of stardust,
and if they ever miss me, just look up.
If I don't get the chance, tell the world I'm sorry.
I was born to change it, but I'm going to have to do it from underground.
If I don't get the chance, tell my friends I love them.
Tell them that if they ever miss my smile,
Look at the sun they once compared it to.
If I don't get the chance, tell my body I'm sorry.
All of the times I've starved it, and all the times I've cut it just never quenched the thirst of perfection.
If I don't get the chance, tell my boyfriend I love him.
Tell him that every ounce of me was poured into that old woven bracelet he gave me, because I never dared to take it off.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
If I don't get the chance, tell my family I love them.
Tell them that I am made out of stardust,
and if they ever miss me, just look up.
If I don't get the chance, tell the world I'm sorry.
I was born to change it, but I'm going to have to do it from underground.
If I don't get the chance, tell my friends I love them.
Tell them that if they ever miss my smile,
Look at the sun they once compared it to.
If I don't get the chance, tell my body I'm sorry.
All of the times I've starved it, and all the times I've cut it just never quenched the thirst of perfection.
If I don't get the chance, tell my boyfriend I love him.
Tell him that every ounce of me was poured into that old woven bracelet he gave me, because I never dared to take it off.
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