Going to your funeral.
Going to your funeral and feeling i could screameverything goes awaydriving down the highway through theperfect sunny dreama perfect day for perfect pain
look at all the people with the flowersin their handsthey put the flower on the boxthat's holding all the sand that wasthat was oncethat was onceyou
honolulu hurricanei knew that you were not insaneliving in the insane worldsmiling like it's no big dealscabby wounds that never healthe woman was only a girl
look at all the people with their headsdown in their handswhen everything i'm feeling makes ithard to understandthat, uh,what i need to missit's what i need to missis you
going to your funeral and i'm feeling like a foolno one's gonna take the blamethinking about the days of hanging outbehind the schooleverything goes away