Going To Your Funeral Part I

Going to your funeral and feeling I could scream
Everything goes away, driving down the highway
Through the perfect sunny dream
A perfect day for perfect pain

Look at all the people with the flowers in their hands
They put the flower on the box thats holding all the sand
That was, that was once, that was once you

Honolulu hurricane, I knew that you were not insane
Livin' in the insane world, smilin' like its no big deal
Scabby wounds that never heal, the woman was only a girl

Look at all the people with their heads down in their hands
When everything Im feeling makes it hard to understand
That what I need to miss, its, what I need to miss is you

Going to your funeral and Im feeling like a fool
No ones gonna take the blame, thinking about the days
Of hanging out behind the school, everything goes away