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• 1 2025-03-23T17:04:05-04:00 "Funeral" by Phoebe Bridgers, contributed by Elisabeth Ngo (2025) 1 plain 2025-03-23T17:04:05-04:00 "Funeral" by Phoebe Bridgers
  
  I stumbled upon Phoebe Bridgers' "Funeral" shortly after my classmate and neighbor passed away last semester. I was struck by the timeliness and candor of the first few lines:
  
  I'm singing at a funeral tomorrow
  For a kid a year older than me
  I've been talking to his dad, it makes me so sad
  When I think too much about it, I can't breathe
  
  Bridgers grapples with her friend's death as well as her own introspective response to loss. She conveys a sense of separation and apathy, no longer caring to search for meaning in her dreams as she resigns herself to a persistent depression that leaves her "doing nothing / again." Yet Bridgers also expresses a sense of guilt, as, relative to the death of her friend and the depth of his parents' grief, her own emotional suffering seems to pale in comparison. Her unvarnished lyrics thus illuminate attempts to understand her complex place in grief.
  
  
  
  Lyrics:
  
  I'm singing at a funeral tomorrow
  For a kid a year older than me
  I've been talking to his dad, it makes me so sad
  When I think too much about it, I can't breathe
  
  And I have this dream where I'm screaming underwater
  While my friends are all waving from the shore
  I don't need you to tell me what that means
  I don't believe in that stuff anymore
  
  Jesus Christ, I'm so blue all the time
  That's just how I feel
  Always have and I always will
  I always have and always will
  
  I have a friend I call
  When I've bored myself to tears
  We talk until we think we might just kill ourselves
  But then we laugh until it disappears
  
  Last night I blacked out in my car
  And I woke up in my childhood bed
  Wishing I was someone else, feeling sorry for myself
  When I remembered someone's kid is dead
  
  Jesus Christ, I'm so blue all the time
  That's just how I feel
  Always have and I always will
  I always have and always will
  
  And it's four a.m. again
  And I'm doing nothing
  Again