Funeral Hymn
I almost texted you
In the little hours
I remembered and fell asleep
I wonder who'd answer
If I called your number now
Since you don't need it anymore
I've been losing myself lately
Over mixtapes from my teen years
Bed and Netflix binges bleeding friendships dry
Gotta pull myself together
Get all of my friends together
Not just see them
When one of us has died
Is it me just getting older
Or the war atop my shoulders
That prevents me from giving you a call
And getting drinks or coffee
That don't come from the lobby
Of the funeral
Of the next one of my friends
So here's to all my friends
That I haven't seen
In years
I promise you
I'll make that trip soon
I've been losing myself lately
Over mixtapes from my teen years
Bed and Netflix binges bleeding friendships dry
Gotta pull myself together
Get all of my friends together
Not just see them
When one of us has died
Is it me just getting older
Or the war atop my shoulders
That prevents me from giving you a call
And getting drinks or coffee
That don't come from the lobby
Of the funeral
Of the next one of my friends
Whoa
Whoa
In the little hours
I remembered and fell asleep
I wonder who'd answer
If I called your number now
Since you don't need it anymore
I've been losing myself lately
Over mixtapes from my teen years
Bed and Netflix binges bleeding friendships dry
Gotta pull myself together
Get all of my friends together
Not just see them
When one of us has died
Is it me just getting older
Or the war atop my shoulders
That prevents me from giving you a call
And getting drinks or coffee
That don't come from the lobby
Of the funeral
Of the next one of my friends
So here's to all my friends
That I haven't seen
In years
I promise you
I'll make that trip soon
I've been losing myself lately
Over mixtapes from my teen years
Bed and Netflix binges bleeding friendships dry
Gotta pull myself together
Get all of my friends together
Not just see them
When one of us has died
Is it me just getting older
Or the war atop my shoulders
That prevents me from giving you a call
And getting drinks or coffee
That don't come from the lobby
Of the funeral
Of the next one of my friends
Whoa
Whoa
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Writer(s): Mac Lacey
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