For a moment I thought you gave up on me too
I want you to hold me when I cry.
I want to feel your lips pressed against my forehead.
I want to hear your soft voice tell me everything will be okay.
…Lets just say its hard to be alone these past few days.
They’re my type of party.
Who doesn’t love getting wasted because of a loss?
We do it all the time.
When we get a broken heart from the loss of a person.
When we get broken wrists from the loss of motivation.
Even as petty as losing a car to an accident
I mean…who cares about the person inside right?
You care more for the car you see as you pass by the highway and see an accident.
Don’t deny it, we all think of the car first before the person.
My type of party
My favorite type of party
So when it is my time, to host this marvelous event
Here are some rules for those who want to attend my funeral.
Don’t wear black for mourning.
Wear it as if you are going to a formal black and white party!
Because what’s there to mourn about?
I’m finally free from the pains of this world.
Finally free from the cage that my parents locked me in for the longest time.
Don’t mourn because I’m finally free.
Make sure to drink.
It’s a party. Have fun!
Drinking is fun.
It makes you forget shit.
So this is my way of sharing my freedom with you.
So go ahead, drink till your livers erupt!
Drink till you feel as free as I am in that beautiful wooden bed that you put me in.
Drink to forget all your pains,
Play my top 5 favorite songs.
First is “Broken Strings”
Second is “Gasoline”
Third is “All Those Pretty Lights”
Fourth is “Totally Fucked”
And lastly, the fifth, “Funerals”
And imagine me singing them by heart.
Imagine that I’m screaming at the top if my lungs trying to reach the high notes.
Imagine them as your lullabies to me as I sleep in the ocean of my freedom,
My last rule
When you see me there,
Say hi to me as if I were still in my body.
Laugh with me as if I were laughing too.
Smile at me before you leave.
Because I’m going to be there when you finally say you’re last words in front of my body.
When they finally carry my body down to be buried,
Don’t say goodbye.
Pretend you are in my party.
Would you cry in a party?
To everyone who remembered my rules…
Tell her please.
Tell her be happy for me.
Tell her to drink all the pains away.
To laugh when she sees my hideously made up face
To smile in amusement that I’m wearing a pink dress
And tell her this:
“You will always be my galaxy of stars, that’s where I am swimming right now. That’s my freedom. You. I’m swimming in your mind and heart. Don’t worry my belle. Just drink and have fun. Be happy. It’s a party.”
(Hi! This was inspired by Lukas Graham’s Song: Funeral)