I Just Want To Sell Out My Funeral Clear the apartment I plan on collapsing and I could have sworn I heard a car door slam I'm stuck at the corner of grinding teeth and stomach acid All alone under a soft rain and streetlamp I spent my life weighed down by a stone heart
Drowning in irony and settling for anything Somewhere down the line all the wiring went faulty I'm scared shitless of failure and I'm staring out at where I wanna be
[Hook] I just want to sell out my funeral I just want to be enough for everyone I just want to sell out my funeral Know that I fought until the lights were gone
I'm walking through harbors and churchyards I felt the snow crack under my feet I'll stay thankful for mild winters, for every shot I got at anything I'll blame the way that I was brought up or the flaws that I was born with Or the mistakes that I've made They're all just fucking excuses So bury me in the memories of my friends and family I just need to know that they were proud of me
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Oh, we all wanna know Where'd the American dream go? Did you give up and go home? Am I here alone? Oh, when the credits roll I'll watch as the screen glows; The moments when I choked, all the fears that I've outgrown At least I hope so
I was just happy to be a contender I was just aching for anything And I used to have such steady hands But now I can't keep them from shaking
Oh I'm sorry I... I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped? I'm awkward and nervous I'm awkward and nervous I'm awkward and nervous I'm awkward and nervous
But I was kind of hoping you'd stay I was kind of hoping you'd stay I was kind of hoping you'd stay I need you to stay Oh, god, could you stay? I need you to stay I need you to stay I need you
If I'm in an airport and you're in a hospital bed Well then, what kind of man does that make me? If I'm in an airport and you're in a hospital bed Well then, what kind of man does that make me? If I'm in an airport, if I'm in an airport What kind of man does that make me? What kind of man does that make me? What kind of man does that make me?
I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me (I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me) All we had were hand me-downs (I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me) All we had was good will
Two blackbirds on a highway sign Are laughing at me here with my wings clipped I'm staring up at the sky But the bombs keep fucking falling There's no devil on my shoulder; He's got a rocking chair on my front porch But I won't let him in No, I won't let him in
Cause I'm sick of seeing ghosts And I know how it's all gonna end There's no triumph waiting There's no sunset to ride off in We all want to be great men And there's nothing romantic about it I just want to know that I did all I could with what I was given