Hey, It's Me

Hey, it’s me,
I’m dying to say something before I hit the grave, 
I’m trying to spit this out before you walk away, 
Lying in this casket with a new point of view, 
Crying I’m sorry for everything that I put you through. 

I was paranoid in paradise, paradoxically paralyzed, 
Awestruck and even mesmerized 
  But I was too afraid of my own ghost, 
And the host of other phantoms who can raise a toast, 
  They'll say: here he lies, 
But none of us is able to eulogize, 
Whatever secrets this fucker kept, 
Maybe that’s why he went away… 

Hey, it’s me, 
Can you hear my voice from inside this box? 
Do you remember our late night talks? 
All the things I aspired to be, 
All the self depecrating and agony, 
I got past the guilt and remorse, 
Then fell into something much, much worse. 
Now I’m searching for answers in the beyond, 
So I’m sorry I won’t be able to respond. 

Hey, it’s me, 
Remember all the funny and wacky things I used to say, 
Then the next minute my thoughts would stray, 
But my mind was constantly traveling through time, 
Wondering why I fell so far behind, 
And when I came back to the present I understood, 
I’ve always had it this good. 

Hey, it’s me, 
Don’t forget all those rhymes I used to write, 
The way I used to describe my fight, 
And while at times I may have been a little intense, 
I know my words sometimes didn’t make much sense. 
But you know, it was me, 
I was trying so hard to be what I wanted to be, 
Attempting to be interesting and mysterious, 
Even when the Gemini switched from playful to serious, 
Know that I always cared a lot, 
Through every waking moment in my thoughts, 

So from inside this coffin I hope you can hear me, 
Smile when you remember me.