Would you come to my funeral
Because I know I wouldn’t
The fact that I’d be forced to be there ****** me off
I just want to be done
I don’t want all this
I want people to forget me
Forget I existed
When someone brings up my name you perk up
But quickly go back to whatever it was you were doing
I’ve never been to a funeral
I don’t want to see it
The thing I’m trying my hardest to have
A funeral
But why do I still want you to come to my funeral
Why do I want you to cry
Why do I want you to think about all those laughs we had
If I want to die so bad
Why do I cling to all these memories
Maybe because I have a secret
A part of me
Maybe like one percent
Doesn’t want to die
It wants to thrive
But the rest overpowers that small sliver
So how can I cling to that
Cling to wanting people at my funeral
Even though I might die tomorrow
I want you to know
I want you at my funeral
Even though I don’t believe in God and don’t believe in heaven
I do believe I’ll miss you
But you can’t save me
No matter what you do
Understand that
But please
If I do die
Show up to my funeral
Cling onto that one last memory
Remember me
That’s all I ask
All I ever really need
To know that there will be people at my funeral
Know that I made a mistake
But this one can’t be undone
So I’ll cling onto that one percent
As long as you promise to show up to my funeral
Even if I outlive you
Promise me