lyrics and music by Ben Linde

verse 1: i can't see...i wish i could be
         a spaceman travelling far away from here
         to a far more happier atmosphere

verse 2: i can't hear...what am i to do in here
         trapped inside this state of being called fear

pre-chorus: and i saw you when you were vulnerable
            my heart spins like it's a carousel
            if i fall in love, death's unstoppable
            well, it's a perfect day for a funeral

chorus: it's a perfect day for a funeral
        belive me 'cause i've seen a couple
        face down in the mud with a smile on your face 
        sayin' "i don't need this"...

verse 3: i don't feel the way i feel
         that i should feel
         and it's getting louder, growing deeper,
         all because i told you

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