[Verse 1] They dressed up a future and handed it down, Told me grow into it, make everybody proud. Had my whole life measured before I could choose, Then called it potential whenever I'd refuse. I carried expectations like debts I inherited, Paying them down while pretending they benefited. They loved who I'd be if I followed directions, I learned how to smile through scheduled progression. Had an occupation, a partner, a plan, An imaginary life for an imaginary man. They spoke about someday like someday was owed, So I followed directions without choosing the road. Now I'm at the wake looking down at the proof, There's nobody there, just somebody's truth. Strange kind of grief when the person you miss Never took one breath, but you lived for his. [Pre-Chorus] Pay your respects. Say what you need. We're burying everything you wanted from me. [Chorus] It's the funeral for who I was supposed to be. Everybody's mourning, but nobody's mourning me. Lay your expectations down, let the old future leave. It's the funeral for who I was supposed to be. [Verse 2] Morning after mourning, I woke to the difference, That's mourning to morning, now both got significance. Last respects taught me self-respect matters, Can't resurrect plans just because they look better. You can call it wasted, I call it reclaimed, Years being shaped by somebody else's aim. I was scared letting go meant admitting defeat, Till I noticed that coffin was never for me. No more rehearsing a role I inherited, No more confusing approval with merit. If disappointment's the price of becoming my own, Send me the bill, I'll pay what I owe. They can grieve their idea, they can grieve their design, But they don't get custody over what's mine. I came dressed for a burial, left understanding, The death they were mourning was me finally living. [Bridge] No resurrection. No second service. Let him rest. I never was him. [Final Chorus] It's the funeral for who I was supposed to be. Everybody's mourning, but nobody's mourning me. Lay your expectations down, let the old future leave. It's the funeral for who I was supposed to be. [Outro]
