My Funeral Boy

In a meadow, I've planted a white cross

For every piece of skin you've cut or burned off

In the wake at a funeral home, I fill your coffin with flowers

To warm your bones

As other have tried to save you, I have not

Where others tried to dig you up, I let you rot

My funeral boy

I know you're already dead

Never wanted to bring you back to life

Only wanted to go down there with you

My funeral boy, my funeral boy

Every time he cuts himself, an angel gets their wings

Every time he burns himself, my skin begins to sting

My funeral boy

Never wanted to bring you back to life

My funeral boy

Only wanted to go down there with you

My funeral boy, my funeral boy

You're no light of my life

No fire of my lion

Flowers on your eyes

Where there should be coins

And your face is as white as the light at the end

But your mind is as dark as the tar at the bottom of the water

My funeral boy, my funeral boy