Heard a nice song on the radio as I was driving home tonight.

If I Die Young - The Band Perry

Here are my favourite bits from the song.

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

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Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

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The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

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A penny for my thoughts, no I'll sell them for a dollar

They're worth so much more after I'm a goner

And maybe then you'll be hearing the words I been singing

Funny, when you're dead people start listening

Truth be told, I think I'm very much an open book. Anyone who wants to understand need only listen when I speak, not just to the words but at the intention behind the words, and all you'll ever want to know will be there. Or here.

Because words are never just words to me.

I don't know if it's a curse or a blessing to spend so much time mulling and reflecting over everything big and small, but I guess you'd say I'm a by-product of my childhood of books and no toys or games.

I feel nobody really listens 90% of the time, and maybe now that I think about it, that's why I like the idea of dying young. Aside from not having to deal with excessive disappointment.

Because maybe my words will matter when I'm gone.

People need to learn to appreciate the present a little more. Isn't that why it's called the 'present'? Because it's a gift?