Funeral Lyrics

There is no New York for young lovers
No new nonunion country running for cover
Bomb bets for bomb threats
You're hanging by a thread
What if we never come back
What if it's all just jokes

I hate my fear
I want to drop it to its knees
I want to punch it till it bleeds

When I was 12
I hid under the blanket because I thought I was going to die
Just because I died in a video game and thought to myself
What if I never come back
What if it's all just jokes

I hate my fear
I want to drop it to its knees
I want to punch it till it bleeds
Help me

No one needs a New York for young lovers
A nonunion country running for cover
Bomb bets for bomb threats
You're hanging by a thread

No one needs a New York for young lovers
A nonunion country running for cover
Bomb bets for you