Funerals
Guess we're all gonna die
Some make me angry
Some make me cry
I sing the hymn
I wonder why
I can't stop thinking about mine
Funerals,
yeah they're always too soon Even if
you're a hundred or just twenty-two
I'm reading the program
right there in the pew
Feeling the weight in the room
But I make my plans and I fight with my
wife I take a pill and I call it a life
I bend till I break,
wide-knuckle my pain
Till it gets too
heavy to hold
Gotta let that * go
Gotta let that * go
Funerals,
I drink with my friends Let's not
let it take dying to do
this again
It's like we exhale telling jokes from back when
It's like nothing's changed cause we just changed the tense
It's to us,
it's to us But I make my plans and I fight with my wife
I take a pill and I call it a life I bend till I break,
wide-knuckle my pain
Till it gets too
heavy to hold
Gotta let that * go
Gotta let that * go
Last
night I told someone
people just disappoint me
Like I'm not the
aim of the finger I'm pointing
And I started crying when I realized that
I'm only
wasting my time
And the heart that I'm hurting
is mine
So I took a deep breath just to know I'm alive
Accepting the
outcomes of things that I tried To
wrestle my way to hell with this pain
Cause it's all too
heavy to hold Gotta let that * go