Funerals

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

(Home)
Father take me home

(Home)
Father take me home