This is it
I waited all my life to find you
When we met, I knew without you, I'd die
The night I saw your face
I dug my grave
Falling asleep in all my clothes
My God, I miss you, so I can't let you go
It's my funeral
Falling asleep in all my clothes
My God, I miss you, so I can't let you go
It's my funeral
Talking shit
With the ghost of you, it's true
I'm a masochist
I bought the same shampoo you used 'cause I don't wanna wash you away
So I'll dig my grave
Falling asleep in all my clothes
My God, I miss you, so I can't let you go
It's my funeral
Falling asleep in all my clothes
My God, I miss you, so I can't let you go
It's my funeral
Even if it hurts me
I'm still drinking at the derby
Still taking out your laundry
Still picking up your groceries
Still watching you on TV
Up here in the nosebleeds
I can't break the habit
Of thinking you still love me
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Falling asleep in all my clothes
My God, I miss you, so I can't let you go
It's my funeral
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