Funerals Are For The Living

If I die young

Someone play his favorite music at his funeral

I won’t be there to do it myself

Don’t regret the things you never said to me

Mourn all you like

Buy yourself roses, stay out past midnight, cry

That’s what I would do

Funerals are for the living, not the dead

My soul drifts on

So if I die young

Love one another, look after each other, for me