The Funeral

 
D 
I can't leave my bed but I can't sleep 
D 
I got no clean clothes and I can't eat 
        G 
And I smoke too much 'til I can't breath 
G 
I'm emotional, I'll always be 
       D 
And I hate myself, but that's alright 
       D 
And I love myself and that's alright 
       G 
And I tell myself that it's alright 
         G 
That I dream about the day I die 
  

 A                      G 
To my surprise there's no one to blame 
 A                    G 
Nobody came, what a shame, shame, shame 
  

D                         A 
I've been dancing at my funeral 
   Em                 G 
Waitin' for you to arrive 
D                         A 
I was hoping you'd look beautiful 
   Em                       G 
Dancin' with tears in your eyes 
     A                    G                D 
But nobody came, what a shame, shame, shame 
  
 
    D 
My hair fell out 'cause I dyed it cheap 
          D 
I want a real fake smile, but I hate my teeth 
         G 
I wanna tell you that I love you, but I just can't speak 
         G 
I got a fucked up soul and an STD 
            D 
And do you hate yourself? Well, that's alright 
        D 
Do you love yourself? Well, that's alright 
        G 
Do you tell yourself that it's alright 
         G 
To you dream about the day you die? 
  
 
 A                      G 
To my surprise there's no one to blame 
 A                    G 
Nobody came, what a shame, shame, shame 
  
 
D                         A 
I've been dancing at my funeral 
   Em                 G 
Waitin' for you to arrive 
D                         A 
I was hoping you'd look beautiful 
   Em                       G 
Dancin' with tears in your eyes 
     A                    G                D 
But nobody came, what a shame, shame, shame 
  
 
D        A         Em 
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh 
      G         D 
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh 
   A        Em       G 
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh 
  
 
          D 
I wanna prove my love before I leave 
         D 
I wanna make you come and scrape my knees 
             G 
Want you to bite my tongue until I bleed 
             G 
And you can put these fuckin' words in my obituary 
        D 
We all hate ourselves, well, that's alright 
        D 
We all love ourselves, well, that's alright 
        G 
We all tell ourselves that it's alright 
     N.C. 
That we dream about the day we die 
  
 
D                         A 
I've been dancing at my funeral 
   Em                 G 
Waitin' for you to arrive 
D                         A 
I was hoping you'd look beautiful 
   Em                       G 
Dancin' with tears in your eyes 
     A                    G 
But nobody came, what a shame, shame, shame 
 A                    G                           D 
Nobody came, what a shame, shame, shame, shame, shame