I Think We're in Minsk

Play Vera Lynn at my funeral
Though I don’t think we will meet again
I’m not morbid, I’m just forgetful
And I think it’d be a funny way to end
Your messiah can’t save me now
But I can wait to get there
I know that light is somewhere
So I’ll fucking find it I swear
Tie it down and drag it back home
Sunburnt like every summer
Sleepless like every new year
If I die, I’m dying right here
All my friends I’m begging you stay close
Real life
Real life
It will get you every time
(Get you every time)
Oh my god
Now let me contradict the last few things I wrote
Oh my god
Now let me contradict the last few things I-
Oh my god
Like, «I'm not morbid. I’m just forgetful»
Because I am morbid
And just forgetful
I am morbid
The dam is fucking breaking