Funeral Lyrics

Mourning all the mornings like the only ones we had

Planning out a funeral for my seat inside your head

Burying the body of my expectations met

Well that's a funny way to think of it, huh?

Soak in your complexities and step outside to smoke another one

Fuck you for Monday afternoon, for everything opaque

You didn't want me in your room, but kept me just in case

Maybe theres no "something" to substantiate

Well that's a funny way to think of it, huh?

Soak in your complexities and step outside to smoke another one

Tuck me away under your belt

One more pretty casualty of every single thing you've never felt

Well that's a funny way to think of it huh