The Neighbourhood - alternate metal/ alternate rock band
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R.I.P 2 my youth
And you can call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
And you can play this at my funeral
Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin
Might go to hell and there ain't no stoppin'
Might be a sinner and I might be a saint
I'd like to be proud but somehow I'm ashamed
Sweet little baby in a world full of pain
I gotta be honest I don't know if I can take it
Everybody's talking but what's anybody sayin?
Mama said if I really want, then I can change yeah yeah
R.I.P 2 my youth
if you really listen then this is to you
Mama there is only so much I can do
Tough for you to witness but it was for me too
I'm using white lighters to see
What's in front of me
R.I.P 2 my youth
And you can call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth, yeah
And you can play this at my funeral
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad
I'm in paradise with dad
Close my eyes and then cross my arms
Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars
Throw me in a box with the oxygen off
You gave me the key then you locked every lock
When I can't breathe, I wont ask you to stop
When I can't breathe, don't call for a cop
I was naïve and hopeful and lost
Now I'm aware and trapped in my thoughts, oh
What do I do?
What do I do?
I don't believe it if I don't keep proof
I don't believe it if I don't know you
I don't believe it if it's on the news, or on the internet
I need a--
I'm using white lighters to see, what's in front of me
I'm using white lighters to see
R.I.P 2 my youth
And you can call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
And you can play this at my funeral
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad
I'm in paradise with dad
Close my eyes and then cross my arms
Put me in the dirt, let me be with the stars
using white lighters to see what's in front of me...
I'm using white lighters to see, what's in front of me....
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