your funeral.

Feels like it should sting, but it only aches Respite from two till ten while I contemplate A world without you here; don't know what I'd say If one day you were gone Irrational, I know, but it's your fault we're still friends I'll need you one more time and the cycle begins again So tell me how you feel, it's not a burden, it's my remedy So used to us I can't bear to just be me So leave me on read again, and I'll hear from you once a week Got everything I know from group chats and your old tweets And if you died I'd never know, cause I'm your last port of call Well I'd rather know too much than know nothing at all You're everything I wanted and more I can't go it alone She's so pristine, and I'm just one more Yeah I'm just one more One more guest at your funeral What would I say if tomorrow was the day? When I'm confronted and can't wish it all to go away (What would I say?) (At your, at your, at your, at your funeral) What would I say?