5 Funerals Bomb the Music Industry!

I went to about five funerals this year
And I felt so empty that I couldn't even shed a tear
I felt so fucking selfish, all I thought about was me
And how I'd love to lay down on my back and just float out to sea
How I'm constantly losing my shit while my friends are losing family

I had something like a hundred bad days this year
And at the end of each one I couldn't wait to just get out of here
If you knew how many times I thought the dead must have it pretty sweet
I'd get beat

So when I go, please don't cry, it's not like I deserve to die
But I've been burning bridges, man, since day number one
And when the pack keeps lapping me and I don't fit in anywhere and don't know what to do
I wish that they took me instead of you

Do you have a good time, do you do what you want? (Or do you do what people want from you?)
When you hit a certain age, does everybody stop having fun? (I seem to think it's true)
Is exuberance a deterrent for which we pay a fee, is a quiet nod the only way, can't we loudly disagree?
It seems like these things, they work out for everybody, everyone but me

So when I go, please don't cry, it's not like I deserve to die
But baby, we ain't born to mourn and there's no hope in mope
And when the pack keeps lapping me and I don't fit in anywhere and don't know what to do
I wish that they took me instead of you