when i die
could you plant a willow in my eye?
and tell Ever, Kaleigh and Rye
that i'm sorry but they're far stronger than i

and when i go
could you bury me in the garden patch?
where i watched a baby spider hatch?
and where the raspberries don't grow

cause when i'm gone,
i'd like to be a weeping willow tree
would your grandkids come and visit me
and close their eyes and feel the breeze?
i don't want to be lonely

and when i'm down just three feet under
(since i was never really whole)
and you won't see me any longer
since i won't get a funeral
don't visit on my birthday and don't come cry at my grave
i don't want you stuck on guilt for somebody you couldn't save
just think fondly on the memories that we made

so, when i die
could you sprinkle dandelion seeds over my scars?
and take good care of my ****** car?
and don't let dust collect on my guitar

and when i go
just tell Nathan he was funny
and tell Wyatt that he's sweet
and Josiah that he's kinder than he seems
and to Audel, i hope your truck gets fixed
and thanks for everything you did
even on my worst days, you didn't leave
and you'll never know just how much that meant to me

and i don't know if i believe in God
but i'm looking for him everywhere
i just want something to trust in once i'm gone
i almost want someone to tell me to hold on, but for how long?
i think i'm tired of holding on
i think i'm done

when i leave
don't tell Lydia what i did
just say i went on a long trip
i don't want her to see the real world for many more years still
tell Theo that i'm proud of him
and tell Lori she's a *****
and Franny that I never blamed her for being the favorite

and when i die
i'm sorry if i make you cry
i'm sorry if you're angry or you're sad
just know i lived the life i had
and i hope i didn't do too bad
and i hope i left this world a little glad

so, when i'm dead
please plant a ring of rosethorns round my head
and make sure my cats are loved and fed
and don't water my grave with tears that you shed

because when i'm down just three feet under
since i was only half a soul
i don't want a shoddy gravestone that'll crumble when it's old
turn me into a willow, seriously
and let kids climb up into my leaves
and if you must sell the property
just tell them that beneath the roots is me
and i'd appreciate it if they let me keep standing

so. when i leave
and when i am just three feet deep
and when you cannot fall asleep
just come visit the willow tree
not for guilt and not for peace
just come visit the willow tree
and together we can be lonely
just come and visit me.