Any Sort Of Plan

Oh dearest death, why 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

But you can't wait for my bones to break
For the day they spread my ashes across the bay state
You could hang on every word or hang me out to dry
I wanna go to heaven, but I don't wanna 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, you can't wait for my bones to break
For the day they spread my ashes across the bay state
You could hang on every word or hang me out to dry
I wanna go to heaven, but I don't wanna die
I wanna go to heaven, but I don't wanna die
I wanna go to heaven, but I don't wanna die