Save Me a Spot Up There

Yeah, I’m the queen of laughing at the shit that should break me,

Crack a joke mid-meltdown like, “Life, you can’t take me.”

People whisper, “She’s unhinged”—yeah babe, fully aware,

I duct-taped my heart and dyed my trauma pink for flair.

I dance through disasters with eyeliner running,

If coping was a sport, I’d be gold-medal stunning.

I’m stitched up with sarcasm, rage, and caffeine,

A beautiful mess with a rebellious streak obscene.

If I’m laughing, I’m hurting—congrats, that’s the twist,

But humor keeps the darkness from swinging its fist.

Save me a spot up there, but don’t rush the damn invite—

One day we’ll party hard with no pain left to fight.

I’ll kick down the gates with a scream and a smile,

Tell the angels, “Move over, I’m arrivin’ in style.”

But for now I’m down here, makin’ noise, stayin’ loud,

Tryna make you three idiots stupidly proud.

Yeah, heartbreak’s a brick, and I drag the overload,

So I joke 'cause if I don’t, I’ll freaking explode.

Then life swung back like, “Surprise, round two,”

Took my brother like it was bored—yeah, fuck you too.

Nan went next, probably cussing the angels out,

Then my dad clocked in like, “Guess I’m tagging out.”

I looked up at the sky like, “HELLO? THAT’S ENOUGH.”

But the cosmos just shrugged like, “Yeah, life’s tough.”

I laugh ‘cause crying feels like losing the fight,

So I roast my own grief and scream it into the night.

If I didn’t joke, I’d detonate right here on the floor,

So humor’s the riot shield I always keep at the door.

I feel them in my bones sayin’, “Kid, stay wild, stay loud,”

So I burn my heartbreak bright enough to make ‘em proud.

Save me a spot up there, but don’t rush the damn invite—

One day we’ll party hard with no pain left to fight.

I’ll kick down the gates with a scream and a smile,

Tell the angels, “Move over, I’m arrivin’ in style.”

But for now I’m down here, makin’ noise, stayin’ loud,

Tryna make you three idiots stupidly proud.

Yeah, heartbreak’s a brick, and I drag the overload,

So I joke 'cause if I don’t, I’ll freaking explode.

Laugh through the breakdown, spit in despair’s eye,

Kick grief in the shins every time it walks