Funerals - Plans

You went back on your beliefs

Just to see what your mother would say

She probably blamed it all on me

She’s probably crying herself to sleep

You still get down on your hands and knees

To pray before you sleep

I wish that I was that strong

Wish I still believed in anything

And Father, I’m listening

But I need you to hear me out

And Father, I’m listening

But you don’t speak, you don’t speak

And Father, I’m listening

But I need you to hear me out

And Father, I’m listening

My friends are just tired and broken from the funerals

Only the good die young

If that’s the case I’ll grow old alone

Bury everyone I love

And if I ever get my hands on God

We’re gonna have a conversation

You needed patience, you needed grace

You needed someone just to save you

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Father take me home

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Father take me home