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