Funeral

I went to my own funeral At a synagogue on 96th And all the boys who never texted me back Brought my mother gifts And the rabbi didn't know me And my father couldn't hold me And I'm just sitting there Watching it all go down at my own funeral I cried at my own funeral Because everyone wore black And I thought they would know me better Than to think I'd wanted that But when my brothers eulogized I wished I could apologize But I'm just sitting there Watching it all go down At my own funeral I went to my own funeral Thinking all I'd be was numb 'Cause I thought living's when you feel things And then dying's when you're done But I felt every heart I'd broken And the words I should have spoken But I'm just sitting there Watching it all go down At my own funeral