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 thats 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 its 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 Im feeling makes it hard to understand

That what I need to miss, its, what I need to miss is you Going to your funeral and Im feeling like a fool

No ones gonna take the blame, thinking about the days

Of hanging out behind the school, everything goes away