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 Livin' in the insane world, smilin' 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 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