Funeral Etiquette

Lovers lost and funeral costs, you never know the weight of this world
'Til you're suited up in black again, reminded how it all can be so short
I stand alone with my family as I write these words inside my head
Abide by Funeral Etiquette 'cause I won't be caught dead with a pen

You left as fast as summer came, my problems in perspective seem so small
But when I'm face to face with his history, I feel like I just haven't lived at all
I hardly feel I've lived a life at all

Swaddled in formaldеhyde, I wait for him to open up his eyеs
And say it's all some fucked up joke so dad can grab the car and we can just go home
But there's flowers, cards and broken hearts
A pixelated picture and a poem
With 30 lines of selfless words, an homage to the best I've ever known

You left as fast as summer came, my problems in perspective seem so small
But when I'm face to face with his history, I feel like I just haven't lived at all
I hardly feel I've lived a life

I hardly feel I've lived a life at all

Surrounded by the ones I love, but only met once or twice before
While the reason I'm the man I am lays inside a stillness I abhor