[Intro]
Am Em C (x2)
[Strophe]
                Am 
R.I.P. to my youth 
                              C 
And you could call this the funeral 
                      Em 
I'm just telling the truth 
                              G 
And you can play this at my funeral 
               Am 
Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin 
             C 
Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping 
             Em 
Might be a sinner and I might be a saint 
                 G 
I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed 
              Am 
Sweet little baby in a world full of pain 
               C 
I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it 
               Em 
Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying? 
                   G 
Mama said if I really want to, then I can change, yeah yeah 
Am 
R.I.P. to my youth 
               C 
If you really listen, then this is to you 
                Em 
Mama, there is only so much I can do 
                    G 
Except for you to witness, for to worship me too
[Refrain]
     C                       Am                    Em 
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me 
              Am 
R.I.P. to my youth
[Strophe]
                              C 
And you could call this the funeral 
                      Em 
I'm just telling the truth, yeah 
                          G 
You can play this at my funeral 
                      Am 
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad 
          C 
I'm in Paradise with Dad 
          Em 
Close my eyes and then cross my arms 
               G 
Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars 
              Am 
Throw me in a box with the oxygen off 
                 C 
You gave me the key and you locked every lock 
               Em 
When I can't breathe, I won't ask you to stop 
               G 
When I can't breathe, don't call for a cop 
       A 
I was naive and hopeful and lost 
         C 
Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts
[Instrumentale]
C Em D
[Pont]
          C 
What do I do? What do I do? 
  
I don't believe it if I don't keep proof 
          Em 
I don't believe it if I don't know you 
                                                    D 
I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the Internet 
  
I need a cigarette
[Refrain]
     Am                      C                     Em 
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me 
      Am                     C 
I'm using white lighters to see
[Strophe]
              Am 
R.I.P. to my youth 
                              C 
And you could call this the funeral 
                      Em 
I'm just telling the truth 
                          G 
You can play this at my funeral 
                      Am 
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad 
          C 
I'm in Paradise with Dad 
          Em 
Close my eyes and then cross my arms 
               G 
Put me in the dirt, let me be with the stars