Sun is up and I'm trailing down  A twisted gift that I'm leaving out  And it's only on my mind  Sick with dust, well on my way  Refuse that throne yet another day  And it's only on my mind    I guess that I'd just lost my mind  Coming into this sobering kind  And you know that I had wrote, and I write  About those old dusty days  And their too many ways to be dissatisfied    Praise and curse my memory  It's something that's still making me  And it's only on my mind  Curse this **** I'm holding tight  A criminal needs a haven tonight    I guess I will descend to this tune  Like a ****ing firework over the moon  So you can salute me down  And gaze upon this gold plated frown  Now you can remember me