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


[Chorus]

     C                       Am                    Em
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me
              Am
R.I.P. to my youth


[Verse]

                              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


[Instrumental]

C Em D


[Bridge]

          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


[Chorus]

     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


[Verse]

              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