Post-Prom Funeral Party

Life, it ain't the same as the past
Cliched ghost you had
Now we chase a dream its sad
When won't we be mad

When will it all fall down?
We go to prom alone
They say our love ain't dead
Then they'll shoot you in the head

Cliques and their amateurs
Punks and saboteurs
They're in a whole new age
Still trying to change their ways

Cause this is all we got
Another four years in thought
For forty years they fought
Grasping straws they barely caught

This is a tragedy time to give up your fantasy and know
Your vision is a ghost
End all my misery, live on the outskirts of a sea
And do it all again, but now without your friends
Oh they all moved on, into another dawn
I'm sorry for your loss, please leave me on the cross

Lies, that true love is near
Time just can't hear
The strings of the past
Were never meant to last

We cope for the mist
And beg for sweet bliss
We act like this age
Won't crush us to bits

I wanna live inside the world
Where love can unfurl
It seems to me it's clear
IRL dating disappeared

I pity all the souls
Who haven't found their roles
I want you to find joy
Never fall for their ploys

This is a tragedy time to give up your fantasy and know
Your vision is a ghost
End all my misery, live on the outskirts of a sea
And do it all again, but without your friends
Oh they all moved on, into another dawn
I'm sorry for your loss, please leave me on the cross