I Just Want To Sell Out My Funeral

Clear the Apartment.
I plan on collapsing and I could have sworn I heard a car door slam.
I'm stuck at the corner of grinding teeth and stomach acid, all alone under a soft rain and streetlamp.
I spent my life weighed down by a stone heart, drowning in irony and settling for anything.
Somewhere down the line all the wiring went faulty. I'm scared shitless of failure and I'm staring out at where I wanna be.

I just want to sell out my funeral; I just want to be enough for everyone.
I just want to sell out my funeral; Know that I fought until the lights were gone.

I'm walking through harbors and churchyards. I felt the snow crack under my feet.
I'll stay thankful for mild winters, for every shot I got at anything.
I'll blame the way that I was brought up or the flaws that I was born with or the mistakes that I've made, they're all just fucking excuses.
So bury me in the memories of my friends and family.
I just need to know that they were proud of me.

I just want to sell out my funeral; I just want to be enough for everyone.
I just want to sell out my funeral; Know that I fought until the lights were gone.

Oh, we all wanna know where'd the American dream go? Did you give up and go home? Am I here alone?
Oh, when the credits roll, I'll watch as the screen glows; the moments when I choked, all the
fears that I've outgrown
At least I hope so.

I was just happy to be a contender; I was just aching for anything.
And I used to have such steady hands but now I can't keep them from shaking.
I'm sorry I...

I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times; Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped?
I'm awkward and nervous; I'm awkward and nervous
I'm awkward and nervous; I'm awkward and nervous

But I was kind of hoping you'd stay.
I was kind of hoping you'd stay; I was kind of hoping you'd stay.
I need you to stay. Oh, god, could you stay?
I need you to stay, I need you to stay; I need you.

If I'm in an airport and you're in a hospital bed, then, what kind of man does that make me?
If I'm in an airport and you're in a hospital bed, then, what kind of man does that make me?
If I'm in an airport (If I'm in an airport); what kind of man does that make me?
What kind of man does that make me?
What kind of man does that make me?

I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me.
When all we had were hand me-downs
(I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me.)
When all we had were hand me-downs
When all we had were hand me-downs
All we had was good will.

Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me here with my wings clipped.
I'm staring up at the sky but the bombs keep fucking falling.
There's no devil on my shoulder; he's got a rocking chair on my front porch but I won't let him in.
No, I won't let him in; 'cause I'm sick of seeing ghosts and I know how it's all gonna end.
There's no triumph waiting; there's no sunset to ride off in.
We all want to be great men and there's nothing romantic about it.
I just want to know that I did all I could with what I was given.

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