| I’m singing at a funeral tomorrow
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| For a kid a year older than me
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| And I’ve been talking to his dad; |
| it makes me so sad
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| When I think too much about it I can’t breathe
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| And I have this dream where I’m screaming underwater
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| While my friends are waving from the shore
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| And I don’t need you to tell me what that means
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| I don’t believe in that stuff anymore
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| Jesus Christ, I’m so blue all the time
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| And that’s just how I feel
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| Always have and I always will
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| I always have and always will
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| I have a friend I call
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| When I’ve bored myself to tears
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| And we talk until we think we might just kill ourselves
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| But then we laugh until it disappears
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| And last night, I blacked out in my car
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| And I woke up in my childhood bed
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| Wishing I was someone else, feeling sorry for myself
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| When I remembered someone’s kid is dead
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| Jesus Christ, I’m so blue all the time
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| And that’s just how I feel
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| Always have and I always will
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| I always have and always will
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| And it’s 4 a.m. again
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| And I’m doing nothing
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| Again |