I can picture my funeral
In my head
Small very select group of people

I've never touched many people's
Many people's lives
Of course there will be people who lie

Say I was a good man
What I want someone to say is that
I lived the best I could

Partied Hard, Loved Harder
I lived the best I could
I want them to say that I

I was the $$#hole
But I had a hell of a heart
And I pushed through

Considering I had the steepest
Of mountains to climb
And I pushed through

Considering I had the steepest
Of mountains to climb


Kill Yourself!
Kill!


And I pulled through
Considering I had the steepest of mountains to climb
And I, I pulled through

Considering I had the steepest of mountains to climb
I want them to know I would call them weak for crying
At my funeral

But most of all I want her to know
It's not her fault
That I loved her with all that I had

I was never the best
We all know that


But she will never find someone
Who loved her like I did
This is my fault.