If i die today, i want to be remembered tomorrow.

What if i walk to soft, for my footprints to stick, to be found another day? What if i clean up, a little bit to much after my mess, so theres nothing left of me? And what if, i never talked highly enough to be heard, or dressed to crazy to be seen? Then, i'll be forgotten in a second. 

So, today i'll be stamping my feet into the ground and i just wont put my dirty plates in the dishwasher - neither will i throw my empty gum raps in a trash can instead of the ground. I'll be screaming so you'll hear me, across the ocean and outfitted in a neon, glowing dress. Because i wont take being forgotten. 

If i die,

they're gonna remember me.