Take this time to remember what we’ve done and what we’ve accomplished. 
I don't want to be known regrettably. 
I’d prefer a coffin to a shoe box and the ocean to dirt and rocks. 
I’d prefer to sink miles deep than have this opened again. 
I’m a time capsule that never had much of a soul. 
Smooth the soil, burn the maps, I’m not ever coming back. 
Bury me.