The Funeral

I can’t leave my bed, but I can’t sleep I’ve got no clean clothes and I can’t eat And I smoke too much till’ I can’t breathe I’m emotional I’ll always be And I hate myself but that’s alright And I love myself but that’s alright And I tell myself that it’s alright That I dream about the day I day To my surprise, there’s no one to blame Nobody came what a shame shame shame I’ve been dancing at my funeral Waiting for you to arrive I was hoping you’d look beautiful Dancing with tears in your eyes But nobody came, what a shame shame shame My hair fell out cause I died it cheap I want a real fake smile, but I hate my teeth I want to tell you that I love you, but I just can’t speak I’ve got a fucked-up soul and an STD do you hate yourself well that’s alright? do you love yourself well that’s alright? do you tell yourself that it’s alright? that you dream about the day you die to my surprise there’s no one to blame nobody came, what a shame shame shame I’ve been dancing at my funeral Waiting for you to arrive I was hoping you’d look beautiful Dancing with tears in your eyes But nobody came what a shame shame shame I wanna prove my love before I leave I wanna make you come and scrape my knees Want you to bite my tongue until I bleed And you can put these fucking words in my obituary We all hate ourselves well that’s alright We all love ourselves well that’s alright We all tell ourselves that it’s alright, that we dream about the day we die I’ve been dancing at my funeral Waiting for you to arrive I was hoping you’d look beautiful Dancing with tears in your eyes But nobody came, what a shame shame shame Nobody came what a shame, shame, shame, shame, shame