In "Funeral" by Amira Elfeky, love has become a slow, self-destructive vigil where devotion is measured in wasted hours and unanswered questions. The repeated worry about whether the beloved would even attend the funeral captures a relationship so one-sided that even death feels like a request for attention. Bones made of glass suggest a fragility the beloved exploits, leading into darkness rather than safety. The ache of wanting closeness while knowing it could be fatal leaves the song suspended between longing and the painful recognition that this love is quietly killing her.
Funeral Lyrics by Amira Elfeky
Dried up every flower, counting every hour I lose
More seconds wasted on you
Reading every letter, what happened to forever with you?
Tryna make sense of
Bones made of glass bound to break in your arms
You led me into the dark
Oh, would you even go? Go to my funeral
I swear you’ll be the death of me
‘Cause I love you the most, top of my pedestal
I swear you’ll be the death of me
I just want you closer
Could die with my head on your shoulder
But you don’t care at all, oh, would you even go?
Go to my funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral
Maybe you’re a sadist, you don’t ever hear a word
But how can I live with these
Clouds in my eyes, and these wounds from your lies?
And I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I’m eaten alive with these
Bones made of glass bound to break in your arms
You led me into the dark
Oh, would you even go? Go to my funeral
I swear you’ll be the death of me
‘Cause I love you the most, top of my pedestal
I swear you’ll be the death of me
I just want you closer
Could die with my head on your shoulder
But you don’t care at all, oh, would you even go?
Go to my funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral
Would you go?
Do you even care at all?
Do you know?
I would’ve given my all
Oh, would you even go? Go to my funeral
I swear you’ll be the death of me
‘Cause I love you the most, top of my pedestal
I swear you’ll be the death of me
I just want you closer
Could die with my head on your shoulder
But you don’t care at all, oh, would you even go?
Go to my funeral, funeral, funeral, funeral
I just want you closer
My funeral
