Wedding, Funeral

[Verse 1]
Whether it's a wedding or a funeral
I'll be standing by you when the credits roll
'Cause life is kind of funny in that way
We'll meet every December
We'll have to hold our tongue
Pretend we don't remember our dreams when we were young
'Cause friends are kind of painful in that way

[Bridge]
You're a kind of capsule for the kid I used to be
I'm a kind of time bomb in a way (In a sense)
Maybe we've got nothing left to say
But

[Verse 2]
Soon I will be no one
And you'll be no one too
Then we'll miss a December
The credits have run through
'Cause love is kind of awful in that way