Going to your funeral and feeling i could scream
everything goes away
driving down the highway through the
perfect sunny dream
a perfect day for perfect pain
look at all the people with the flowers
in their hands
they put the flower on the box
that's holding all the sand that was
that was once
that was once
you
honolulu hurricane
i knew that you were not insane
living in the insane world
smiling like it's no big deal
scabby wounds that never heal
the woman was only a girl
look at all the people with their heads
down in their hands
when everything i'm feeling makes it
hard to understand
that, uh,
what i need to miss
it's what i need to miss
is you
going to your funeral and i'm feeling like a fool
no one's gonna take the blame
thinking about the days of hanging out
behind the school
everything goes away