Funeral
I know you're sad
I know you smoke when you feel bad
You're just like your father
The wind in your hair when you run fast
When you run fast
Then you don't have to see the sorrow that you leave behind
You don't ask
But as for me, I'm feeling like a shadow half the time
If I died, would you be at my funeral?
If I lied and said that everything was okay
If I died, would you cry at my funeral?
Would you show up at the very end
Keeping everybody waiting?
You really got into my head again
A washed up monument
Making me spin
Kicking myself right in the shins
What does it matter? (What does it matter?)
What kind of dress I'm buried in?
And oh my mother loves me
Yeah, she really loves me
So why am I so emotional all the time?
And I had a boy who left me
Now I don't know if anything will ever really be mine
If I died, would you be at my funeral?
If I lied and said that everything was okay
If I died, would you cry at my funeral?
Would you show up at the very end
Keeping everybody waiting?
You really got into my head again
A washed up monument
But I'm not gone yet
I'm not gone yet
No, I'm not gone yet
If I died, would you be at my funeral?
If I lied and said that everything was okay
If I died, would you cry at my funeral?
Would you show up at the very end
Keeping everybody waiting?
You really got into my head again
A washed up monument
(At my funeral)
(At my funeral)
(At my funeral)
(At my funeral)
I know you smoke when you feel bad
You're just like your father
The wind in your hair when you run fast
When you run fast
Then you don't have to see the sorrow that you leave behind
You don't ask
But as for me, I'm feeling like a shadow half the time
If I died, would you be at my funeral?
If I lied and said that everything was okay
If I died, would you cry at my funeral?
Would you show up at the very end
Keeping everybody waiting?
You really got into my head again
A washed up monument
Making me spin
Kicking myself right in the shins
What does it matter? (What does it matter?)
What kind of dress I'm buried in?
And oh my mother loves me
Yeah, she really loves me
So why am I so emotional all the time?
And I had a boy who left me
Now I don't know if anything will ever really be mine
If I died, would you be at my funeral?
If I lied and said that everything was okay
If I died, would you cry at my funeral?
Would you show up at the very end
Keeping everybody waiting?
You really got into my head again
A washed up monument
But I'm not gone yet
I'm not gone yet
No, I'm not gone yet
If I died, would you be at my funeral?
If I lied and said that everything was okay
If I died, would you cry at my funeral?
Would you show up at the very end
Keeping everybody waiting?
You really got into my head again
A washed up monument
(At my funeral)
(At my funeral)
(At my funeral)
(At my funeral)
Credits
Writer(s): Hannah Katherine Emily Wilson, Julia Fabrin Jakobsen, Edward James Carlile
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