Nobody's Ever Really There for You, in the End.

I might never amount to anything,
end up dead and noone shows.
But I've enjoyed my ride so far,
as far as that can really go.

My chemistry might be a bit flawed,
and my head may be a little warped....
Hell, I might always be a stoner
with thoughts washing up on distant shores.

Even with all that,
I'm adoring my life.
Go mind your own business,
and I'll go mind my knife.