Tone [Am]
Capo: 3
Intro
[Am] [Em] [C]
Verse
R.I.P. to my you[Am]youth
And you could call this the fu[C]funeral
I'm just telling the t[Em]truth
And you can play this at my fu[G]funeral
Wrap me up in C[Am]Chanel inside my coffin
Might go to H[C]Hell and there ain't no stopping
Might be a si[Em]sinner and I might be a saint
I'd like to be pr[G]proud, but somehow I'm ashamed
Sweet little b[Am]baby in a world full of pain
I gotta be hone[C]honest, I don't know if I could take it
Everybody's tal[Em]talking, but what's anybody saying?
Mama said if I real[G]really want to, then I can change, yeah yeah
[Am]R.I.P. to my youth
If you really l[C]listen, then this is to you
Mama, there is o[Em]only so much I can do
Except for you to wi[G]witness, for to worship me too
Chorus
I'm u[C]using white lighters to s[Am]see what's in front of [Em]me
R.I.P. to my y[Am]youth
Verse
And you could call this the fu[C]funeral
I'm just telling the t[Em]truth, yeah
You can play this at my fu[G]funeral
Tell my sister don't c[Am]cry and don't be sad
I'm in Par[C]Paradise with Dad
Close my e[Em]eyes and then cross my arms
Put me in the d[G]dirt, let me dream with the stars
Throw me in a [Am]box with the oxygen off
You gave me the k[C]key and you locked every lock
When I can't br[Em]breathe, I won't ask you to stop
When I can't br[G]breathe, don't call for a cop
I was n[A]naive and hopeful and lost
Now I'm a[C]aware and driving my thoughts
Instrumental
[C] [Em] [D]
Bridge
What do I [C]do? What do I do?
I don't believe it if I don't keep proof
I don't be[Em]believe it if I don't know you
I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the Int[D]Internet
I need a cigarette
Chorus
I'm u[Am]using white lighters to s[C]see what's in front of [Em]me
I'm us[Am]using white lighters to s[C]see
Verse
R.I.P. to my y[Am]youth
And you could call this the fu[C]funeral
I'm just telling the t[Em]truth
You can play this at my fu[G]funeral
Tell my sister don't c[Am]cry and don't be sad
I'm in Par[C]Paradise with Dad
Close my e[Em]eyes and then cross my arms
Put me in the d[G]dirt, let me be with the stars