Any Sort of Plan

Oh, Dearest Death
What, have we met?
Don’t kill me dead
I still have money
That I' haven’t spent
I’ll call some friends
I’ll make amends
Oh, but you can’t wait
For my bones to break
For the day they spread my ashes
Across the Bay State
And you can hang on every word
Or hang me out to dry
I wanna go to heaven
But I don’t want to die
And I never said
The life that you were promised
Came without heavy breath
And it’s hard to not demand
The answer to a question
For any sort of plan
Oh, no, no but you can’t wait
For my bones to break
For the day they spread my ashes
Across the Bay State
And you can hang on every word
Or hang me out to dry
I wanna go to heaven
But I don’t want to die
But I don’t want to die
But I don’t want to die