Dre DiMura - Drunk at a Funeral Lyrics

I remember when we met
I carved your name into my desk
I regret those stupid texts
Will you be my friend?
My MySpace page had your favorite song
You'll see I'm cool it won't be long
Junior year and you came around
Seven months before your first breakdown
Kept in touch off at college
Sleepless nights I pray to God
That you'd escape the firing squad
Don't die
I won't cry
I'll be two shots deep
Makeup on fleek
And blasphemously high
God's a bitch and don't deserve you
Now you're dead and I'm f*cked up
Don't die
I won't cry
I'll be two shots deep
Makeup on fleek and
Blasphemously high
God's a bitch and don't deserve you
Now you're dead and I'm f*cked up
At your funeral
I remember when you said
You'd be the one that got away
If I'd known what I know now
Could I have stopped you?
Listen to the Strokes at night
Drown out the sound of your parents' fight
Cling to life until daylight
Seven hours before your last meltdown
Six AM
10 missed calls
Got a voice mail from your mom
You crashed your car into a wall
Don't die
I won't cry
I'll be two shots deep
Makeup on fleek and
Blasphemously high
God's a bitch and don't deserve you
Now you're dead and I'm f*cked up
Don't die
I won't cry
I'll be two shots deep
Makeup on fleek and
Blasphemously high
God's a bitch and don't deserve you
Now you're dead and I'm f*cked up
Don't die
I won't cry
I'll be two shots deep
Makeup on fleek and
Blasphemously high
God's a bitch and don't deserve you
Now you're dead and I'm f*cked up