Funeral this evening,
They say they'll bury you at sunset,
I feel nervous inside,
Not because your dead,

Insides twist, and leap away from my heart,
My scatter brained emotions,
Always fleeing with the start,
They're going to bury you,
I'm scared to throw the Rose on your casket,

After work in the bathroom,
I'll smear gloss across my lips,
Shadow on my eyes,
I'll have to sign my name in a book,
To prove I was there staring at your dead face,

My favorite part about funerals,
Are the driving in the car,
Slowly creeping behind the hurse,
Your last car ride,
They'll bury you at sunset, it'll be beautiful