And so it goes I saw the end of Another wasted day I chose to drink away You can't expect too much Of years beyond your youth When you spend your last five On another shot or two When I die, will you write on my grave That I was almost great? (When I die, will you write on my grave On a music stave that I was almost great?) They say by now You are who you will be I hope that it's not true I seem to have missed some cues I never dream of Anything pleasing But I have lived a few No nothing that made the news (When I die, will you write on my grave, On a music stave, that I was almost great?) I don't want to But I have to go Here's 7 things To remember me by I don't want to know If there are things You'll remember me by When I die, will you write on my grave That I was almost great? Somehow a part of me still says That there is reason for all this When I know there's not This vessel will rot the same As all the rest