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5 Funerals

 

5 Funerals

(album: Goodbye Cool World! - 2006)


I went to about five funerals this year
And I felt so empty that I couldn't even shed a tear
I felt so fucking selfish, all I thought about was me
And how I'd love to lay down on my back and just float out to sea
How I'm constantly losing my shit while my friends are losing family

I had something like a hundred bad days this year
Where at the end of each one I couldn't wait to just get out of here
If you knew how many times I thought "the dead must have it pretty sweet"
I'd get beat

So when I go, please don't cry
It's not like I deserve to die
But I've been burning bridges, man
Since day number one
And when the pack keeps lapping me
And I don't fit in anywhere and don't know what to do
I wish that they took me instead of you

Do you have a good time? Do you do what you want
Or do you do what people want from you?
When you hit a certain age, does everybody stop having fun?
I seem to think it's true
Is exuberance a deterrent for which we pay a fee?
Is a quiet nod the only way? Can't we loudly disagree?
It seems like these things, they work out for everybody
Everyone but me
Hey hey

So when I go, please don't cry
It's not like I deserve to die
But baby, we ain't born to mourn
And there's no hope in mope
And when the pack keeps lapping me
And I don't fit in anywhere and don't know what to do
I wish that they took me instead of you

Don't treat it like a race, there's no winner at the finish line
Just treat it like a bar 'cause we all gotta leave some time
We can't fight the future, why do we even care?
We won't always have the luxury of sun-kissed summer air

We won't fight the future, we don't really care
We won't fight the future, we don't really care
We won't fight the future, we don't really care
So for the worst I'll stay prepared
So for the worst I'll always stay prepared

I went to about five, it went funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral, ugh
I went to about five, it went funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral
I went to about five, it went funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral
I went to about five, it went funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral

I went to about five funerals this year

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