[Intro]  Cm  Gm  Eb
         Cm  Bb  Eb

             Gm
R.I.P. to my youth
                            Cm    Gm
And you could call this the funeral
                     Gm
I'm just telling the truth
                            Cm    Gm
And you can play this at my funeral
              Cm
Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin
            Eb
Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping
           Gm
Might be a sinner and I might be a saint

I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed

Sweet little baby in a world full of pain

I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it

Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying?

Mama said if I really want to, then I can change, yeah yeah

Cm
R.I.P. to my youth
              Eb
If you really listen, then this is to you
               Gm
Mama, there is only so much I can do

Except for you to witness, for to worship me too

    Bb                      Cm
I'm using white lighters to see
                     Gm
what's in front of me

             Gm
R.I.P. to my youth
                            Cm    Gm
And you could call this the funeral
                     Gm
I'm just telling the truth, yeah
                        Cm    Gm
You can play this at my funeral
                     Cm
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad
       Eb
I'm in Paradise with Dad
         Gm
Close my eyes and then cross my arms

Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars
              Cm
Throw me in a box with the oxygen off
                Eb
You gave me the key and you locked every lock
             Gm
When I can't breathe, I won't ask you to stop

When I can't breathe, don't call for a cop
      Cm
I was naive and hopeful and lost

Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts

[Solo]  Cm  Gm  F

          Eb
What do I do? What do I do?

I don't believe it if I don't keep proof
          Gm
I don't believe it if I don't know you
                                                 F
I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the Internet

I need a cigarette
    Cm                      Eb                       Gm
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me
    Cm                      Eb
I'm using white lighters to see

             Gm
R.I.P. to my youth
                            Cm    Gm
And you could call this the funeral
                     Gm
I'm just telling the truth
                            Cm    Gm
And you can play this at my funeral
        Cm
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad
       Eb
I'm in Paradise with Dad
         Gm
Close my eyes and then cross my arms

Put me in the dirt, let me be with the stars

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