[Intro] Am  Em  C

                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
Tough for you to witness it but it was for me too

     C                       Am                    Em
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me

              Am
R.I.P. to my youth
                              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
       Am
I was naive and hopeful and lost
         C
Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts

( Am  C  Em  G )

What do I do? What do I do?
I don't believe it if I don't keep proof
I don't believe it if I don't know you
I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the Internet
I need a cigarette

     C                       Am                    Em
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me
      C                     Am
I'm using white lighters to see

              Am
R.I.P. to my youth

                              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 be with the stars