By the time you read this, I will already be dead 
Do not reply to this, it is only to be read 
By the time you read this, I will already be dead 
Do not reply to this, but notify my next of kin 

Self administrate your estate, Pick up the pieces and give them away 
Let them take all the things they want and dispose of yourself 

Photos and notes go into the sink 
Under all the hot water the faucet could give 
Now my dreams are just running ink 
Going down the drain 

By the time you read this, I will already be gone 
Do not reply to this, but realize what you have done 
By the time you read this, it will already be true 
Do not reply to this, just understand what you made me do 

Oh, oh 

By the time you read this, I will have gone the way that good men go 
When they go bad, where they go bad 
By the time you read this, I will have gone to the place where good men go 
Where they go wrong, when they go wrong 

By the time you read this, I will already have been changed 
Do not reply to this, after I've experienced maximum pain 
No longer good to anyone, and never would be again 
Know that I spent my final days, endlessly tying the endless loose ends 

One last look around the place, with sun shining into empty room 
For the final time I close the door that will open for someone new 

The only change I make before I leave, is in the bedroom of my dreams 
Where I covered the walls in deep blue paint, rather than my blood and my brains