Funerals -

this is the occasion

that I never wished for

god I’m getting used to this

god I’m getting immune to this

travel across the ocean

to say my last goodbyes

but I’ll be seeing you someday

I’l be feeling you

sleep little girl

the rest is just a cool sail

sleep now little girl

the rest is just a cool sail

I will water all the flowers

you’ll give them earth

leave the illness in the coffin

let it turn to dirt

travel across the ocean

to say my last goodbyes

but I’ll be seeing you bloom again

I’ll be seeing you bloom