Katie got divorced, moved back in with her mom
Needed a fresh start, dyed her hair blonde
She is telling me this in the parking lot of the Burlington Mall
We are older now, she's still beautiful
I am back for the funeral
Your hometown's just the first place you don't understand
Your family's just strangers you know like the back of your hand
The higher you think you're above it, the harder you fall
It's a penthouse view of a brick wall
I am back for the funeral
You can build yourself a rocket, you can ride it to the moon
You'll still wake up some morning in your old bedroom
And it's not gonna kill you but it feels like it will
When your shithead friend takes a month worth of pills
I am back for the funeral
After the service we'll all meet up at the bar
Where my dad used to drink, now he just drinks in the yard
And we'll laugh about all the young dumb dreams we had
And we'll pretend we're all only sad
Because we're back for the funeral
And I'll call you in the morning to make sure you're alright
Cause I don't remember getting home but I woke up, I'm fine
And I was hoping I would see you, and how fucked up is that
That somebody's gotta die for us to call each other back
