I went to about five funerals this year
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And I felt so empty that I couldn't even shed a tear.
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I felt so fucking selfish, all I thought about was me
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And how I'd love to lay down on my back and just float out to sea.
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How I'm constantly losing my shit while my friends are losing family.
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I had something like a hundred bad days this year
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Where at the end of each one I couldn't wait to just get out of here.
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If you knew how many times I thought
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"the dead must have it pretty sweet"
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I'd get beat.
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So when I go, please don't cry.
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It's not like I deserve to die but I've been burning bridges, man.
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Since day number one.
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And when the pack keeps lapping me and I don't fit in anywhere and don't know what to do
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I wish that they took me instead of you.
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Do you have a good time?
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Do you do you want or do you do what people want from you?
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When you hit a certain age, does everyone stop having fun?
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I seem to think it's true.
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Is exuberance a deterrent for which we pay a fee?
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Is a quiet nod the only way?
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Can't we loudly disagree?
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It seems like these things, they work out for everyone.
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Everyone but me.
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So when I go, please don't cry.
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It's not like I deserve to die but
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Baby, we ain't born to mourn and there's no hope in mope.
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And when the pack keeps lapping me and I don't fit in anywhere and don't know what to do
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I wish that they took me instead of you.
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Don't treat it like a race
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There's no winner at the finish line.
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Just treat it like a bar 'cause we all gotta leave some time.
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We can't fight the future so why do we even care?
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We won't always have the luxury of sun-kissed summer air.
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We won't fight the future.
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We don't really care.
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So for the worst I'll always stay prepared.
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I went to about five.
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It went funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral, ugh.
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5 Funerals
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