Don't Go To My Funeral

Don't go
Don't go
Don't go to my funeral

Eighteen, I was weak, I was on repeat
A run-on sentence all the time
Twenty-two, I'm with you, we're like rubber and glue
I spent the better third of my life
Now thirty-one, I'm feelin' done and I'm all skittles and fun
But when I'm going down in the ground
I won't make a sound
So I'm not fucking around
And I'm gonna have to tell ya now...

Don't go
Don't go
Don't go to my funeral

Twenty five, I'm alive
And with a fire inside
Until I lost all my best friends
I wouldn't have said anything if I knew how this would end
But I deny the fire inside when I am took to task
I dont understand what it really means to be a man
And I really hate to have to ask...

Don't go
Don't go
Don't go to my funeral
Don't go
Dont go
Don't go to my funeral

And I know I got pretty confused along the way...
And maybe things could have been different...
If I'd just said don't go...
Don't go. Don't go. Don't go
Sweet buttfucking jesus
Don't you know?
That I am just a giant asshole?
And so you won't have to show at my funeral



Credits
Writer(s): Dracula Johnson
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