Funeral Etiquette

Lovers lost and funeral costs, you never know the weight of this world

'Til you're suited up in black again, reminded how it all can be so short

I stand alone with my family as I write these words inside my head

Abide by Funeral Etiquette 'cause I won't be caught dead with a pen

You left as fast as summer came, my problems in perspective seem so small

But when I'm face to face with his history, I feel like I just haven't lived at all

I hardly feel I've lived a life at all

Swaddled in formaldehyde, I wait for him to open up his eyes

And say it's all some fucked up joke so dad can grab the car and we can just go home

But there's flowers, cards and broken hearts