In lipstick on the mirror are the lyrics to my obituary
In iambic pentameter, follow parameter
Crossing my Is, dot my Ts

I was delivered holding scissors
I live deliberately, I'm a quitter
And a winner, anyway, 'cause I never agreed to participate in this game
Won't follow my dreams 'cause they all got me waking up screaming
I can let them go free
After all, there's no I in team

And I'd rather be normal, yeah, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal, to be normal
Well, I bet that's the least that I owe you
To be normal in a way I couldn't be, yeah
Come on, come on and love me normally

If I could live in third person
Well, I don't think life would be much worse than it is
In the current tense, presently, listen consenting
With question marks or dot dot dot...

Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you're contagious?
It may just be a cold
And besides, I don't want to get old, yeah
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the after-party came, I was rolling in my grave!