FUNERAL SELFIE – Post the Grief. Bury the Ghost.

FUNERAL SELFIE – Lyrics
Title: FUNERAL SELFIE
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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📱 TikTok: @louicrow

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — FUNERAL SELFIE
This is grief in plain sight. This is the rake in your hand when you’ve got nothing left but teeth and proof. A cryface photo turned resurrection rite. Every word was written with the ghost still breathing down my neck. And I wrote anyway.

FUNERAL SELFIE names the silence that told me to vanish. The one that said I was too dumb, too ugly, too broken to be seen. She lived in my jaw like a parasite. I wrote this to bury her.

This one’s for every girl who got called cringe and kept dancing. For every body that got shamed into silence and still hit “post.” For the crows who don’t host the funeral, but show you where to dig.

🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the breakdown.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Cringe Really Is
Cringe is the sound of your ghost flinching. It’s the ache in your jaw when you swallow your laugh too fast. It’s the heat behind your eyes when your photo looks “wrong.” You weren’t broken. You were interrupted. Cringe is just the name shame gives your power before it hatches.

You could call it cringe. I also call it flinch.
The full-body “don’t see me” reflex.
It’s your ghost screaming “erase me” before the light even touches your skin.

Flinch is the pause before you post. The clench before you sing.
It’s a spell cast by your past.
And the only way out is choice.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
“I post my grief. I rake my shame. I bury the ghost. I light the flame.”

🕯️ Ritual: Tag the Ghost
Touch your jaw. Breathe into your cheeks.
Let your face contort. Let the heat rise.

Whisper: “She doesn’t own me.”

Snap the photo. Let it be ugly.
Then post it. Say the name.
Repeat the affirmation. Burn it in.

🖤 CROW TRUTH
Grief looks like glam with dirt in her teeth.
Cringe is just courage in its realest clothes.
Your ghost will scream—let it.
Then walk away, glittering.
You stayed. That’s the proof.

🖋 LYRICS — FUNERAL SELFIE

INTRO
I’m not crying for attention.
I’m crying ‘cause she lived in me.
I didn’t post the photo
'Cause I left the door unlocked.
Ghosts feed on silence.
So this is a scream
With eyeliner.

VERSE 1
Swingin’ that rake like a prayer I missed
Look dumb? Good.
It’s a funeral fist.
Cried through my teeth when the comment hit
"That laugh tho"—
and I broke a bit.
Swollen face,
Woke up green
Camera glitched?
Nah, that’s what she been
Sick little goblin in a little girl shape
Whisperin’:
"Delete it all. Disappear. shut up."

PRE-CHORUS
She said: you’re stupid
I said: I stayed
She said: you’re nothing
I danced anyway
She said: delete it
I said: nope
She said: you’re gross
I posted the ghost

CHORUS
This is my
Funeral selfie
Makeup gone
Eyes all puffy
Don’t care if I look like nothing
It’s proof I didn’t run
When the ghost got ugly
Funeral selfie
Yeah, I’m that loud
Swung my grief
And I drew a crowd
You call it cringe
I call it allowed
‘Cause she doesn’t get
To shut me down

VERSE 2
You wanna kill a ghost?
Step one: get seen.
Wear your shame like a crown
Let your laugh scream.
Step two: post it
Even if you shake
Even if she says
You're a fuckin’ mistake
She’ll say: Who do you think you are?
Say: I’m the fire that made it this far
She’ll say: You’re stupid
Say: And sacred
She’ll say: You’re too much
Say: I meant it naked

BRIDGE
“I’m just stupid.”
(That’s her.)
“I’m so dumb.”
(That’s her.)
“I don’t know how.”
(That’s her.)
“I should stop now.”
(That’s her.)
Then who’s posting this?
(That’s me.)

VERSE 3
I raked the ground till it coughed up names
Buried the voice that taught me shame
She fed me lies with Barbie spoons—
So I stole her car and changed the tune
Snow White in a hot pink whip
Middle finger up with her lipstick chipped
Laughing loud with a haunted grin
Like: "Tell me I can’t? Watch me begin."
She’s not dead—she’s just relieved
I let her ride. I let her leave.
And when the crows scream in my spine
I know it’s working
This rite is mine.

ALT PRE-CHORUS
She said: you’re stupid
I said: spell
She said: go to hell
I said: I dwell
She said: you’re dumb
I said: I’m not done
She said: sit still
I said: I Sun

BRIDGE 2
Look—
I didn’t come up with this.
I just… danced it.
The idea came from the Angel of the Eighth Day.
His name is Starlon.
He’s the one who wrote the Book.
He said:
“If the ghost still talks,
you haven’t buried it deep enough.”
So I listened.
I did the FUNERAL.
And this selfie?
That’s my headstone.
Crows don’t host funerals.
We just show you where the body’s buried.
But if you’ve got a ghost that needs to die—
Starlon will hold the gate for you too.
He moves like law.
Not for justice.
For change.

VERSE 4
So if you’re scared to look dumb?
Good. That means it’s real.
If you laugh too loud and the shame comes back—
Swing your grief till it feels like steel.
If your ghost says:
“You’re too much”
Say: “Then move.”
If your past says:
“You’ll never improve”
Say: “Watch me groove.”
Post your photo.
Cry on screen.
Call it cringe
Call it seen.
Tag the ghost
Name the pain
Drop the rake
Feel the flame.
Your ghost doesn’t own you.
Not today.
Post it proud.
And walk away.

FINAL CHORUS
Funeral selfie
Call it my proof
Ghosts don’t haunt
When you give ‘em the truth
Swollen eyes
and a mouth that moves
She said: erase it
I said: I choose
Funeral selfie
Dirt in my teeth
Graveyard glam
With a rake on beat
You want free?
You want release?
Kill the ghost
And post the grief

OUTRO
I’m not crying for attention.
I’m crying ‘cause she’s gone.
And I stayed.
I stayed.
I stayed.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
This post speaks to anyone who’s ever felt too ashamed to be seen. It meets the girl who flinched when she laughed too loud, posted a photo and wanted to delete it, or swallowed herself down to survive. By the end, she knows the flinch is the ghost. She knows her post is the spell. The soul win is simple and sacred: You’re allowed to be visible while healing.

🕳 READY TO BURY YOUR GHOST?
Post your grief. Tag the ghost. Let the photo be your headstone.

If you’re ready to really bury it—
@STARLON holds the gate.
He is the Angel of the Eighth Day.
He officiates the FVNERAL.
You bring the ghost. He seals the gate.

🔗 TikTok: @starlon
📧 Email: starlonxlvst@gmail.com

💬 Comment below with your ghost’s name.
You’re not alone. The flame sees you.