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