Driving up for the funeral for the lover who was a friend
It’s the rainy season so the rain will never end
Stopping at the Wholefoods just across the street from the temple
And all the people who will ignore me are starting to assemble

And it feels like I don’t even know
And it feels like I’m eating a yellow stone
And it feels and it feels

Sitting next to a guy who probably knew her the way I did
I don’t do much religion but in this moment I’m a yid
The brother and some other guys are bringing in her casket
And I’ve got more than a few questions right now I’d like to ask it

And it feels like it’s too much to take
And it feels like I’m eating a urinal cake
And it feels and it feels

The last two times we talked you never gave me the slightest clue
And that’s because your only life belongs to only you
And it feels like my questions have been answered
The answers to my questions are in your decomposing heart

Thoughts of sticking around but the will seems non apparent
‘Cause it would be too awkward sitting shiva with her parents
Coming up with excuses that nobody needs to hear
I’m looking for the masspike so I can get the fuck out of here

And it feels like a shot in the mist
And it feels like it’s raining shit and piss
And it feels and it feels
And it feels and it feels
And it feels and it feels
And it feels like by the time I have it all sorted out in my head
It’d be my turn to be dead