My funeral boy

In a meadow, I've planted a white cross
For every piece of skin you've cut or burned off
In the wake at a funeral home, I fill your coffin with flowers
To warm your bones

As other have tried to save you, I have not
Where others tried to dig you up I let you rot
My funeral boy

I know you're already dead
Never wanted to bring you back to life
Only wanted to go down there with you
My funeral boy, my funeral boy

Every time he cuts himself an angel gets their wings
Every time he burns himself my skin begins to sting
My funeral boy

Never wanted to bring you back to life
My funeral boy
Only wanted to go down there with you
My funeral boy, my funeral boy

You're no light of my life
No fire of my lion
Flowers on your eyes
Where there should be coins

And your face is as white as the light at the end
But your mind is as dark as the tar at the bottom of the water
My funeral boy, my funeral boy