Les Funérailles (Prologue) Lyrics

My apologies to the mourning hosts

I cannot bear to see their daughters ghost

I saw it stand beside me last week

My apologies, hope you get this soon

Gary Numan is locked inside my room

Cuz outdoors is horrid

And TV is boring

And these walls remind me of you

I wanna deserve you

I wanna preserve you at no cost but

I might as well kill you

You might as well already be lost inside my

Unresponsive head

The day you're born again's when I expire

I don't wanna be happy anymore

Anecdotal emotions for this war

It didn't stop your knife from bleeding

My apologies, no way to behave

Being bitter will not make you be saved

Cuz I am abhorrent

Cuz you remain dormant

Cuz I prob'ly messed up again

We coulda been worth it

I could've been list'ning to your plight &

We coulda been perfect

But your brand of perfect isn't quite as kind to

All of my regrets

The day you're born again's when I get tired

I've been thinking in copious amounts

I'm becoming you slowly without doubt

I might join you in heaven next year

Or I'd rather I wait till you arrive

If I die, then I'll make it out alive

Cuz Life is for losers and

Death is for strangers and

Scrapbooks for everyone else

Oh, I know just how to love you

I will become an angel that can

Paint your grace from above you

I will buy all the frames, so you don't

Weaken down again

The day your born again's when I'm inspired