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At Your Funeral (It Was Mine)
Since when is forever enough
Times, they get so rough
I feel like dying when you say this is the end
So I will simply play pretend
That this was never for real
And the feelings that we feel are only fake
Will I wake tomorrow to find you at your funeral?
Should I make the mistake of closing both my eyes?
I could call you every minute until you pick up
But since when is enough, enough? I guess I'll never know
Forgive the man, we make so many mistakes
Think with everything but our little heads
Make plans and then we go to parties
We get fucked up just to fuck up once again
I hate the mistakes
I hate the phone calls
I hate the 'friends'
