It starts
Right here
Where my heart-working-too-hard pain demands to be felt

Oh, it seems impossible
That everything we did and built and wrote
And thought and discovered will be forgotten 
And all of this will have been for naught and
 [bad word] What will they say
After I'm gone?
Is there something wrong
With just being me?

Why must I make
legacy
That only leaves a scar
I want the grace to believe
There's no fault in our stars

I've spent my whole life chasing immortality
Having the need, not just a want - to be extraordinary

There's a certain unpleasantness to drowning in the knowledge
That I'll die in the middle of a sen--

And I want that sentence to count

Have I misplaced my faith
While the sluttiness of time pervades?
Is salvation after all, just temporary anyway?

And the only thing worthwhile is
Living my best life today
And [bad word] it's enough to love and be loved?

What will they say
After I'm gone?
Is there something wrong
With just being me?

Why must I make
legacy
That only leaves a scar
I want the grace to believe
There's no fault in our stars

Can I [bad word] you when you say okay
Okay
Okay

Can I [bad word] you when you say it'll be okay
Okay

Can I [bad word] you when you say okay
Okay
Okay

Can I [bad word] you when you say that I'm okay
Okay

What will they say
After I'm gone?
Is there something wrong
With just being me?

Why must I make
legacy
That only leaves a scar
I want the grace to believe
There's no fault in our stars

And now I see it's okay
In this little infinity
I like my choices and hope you like yours

I know that to live
My best life today
Is to bequeath a mark
I have the grace to embrace
There's no fault in our stars