Funeral Song

Stitch me up, make me pretty

Just like they do in the big city

Dress me up in black and lace

And spike me with it and watch my face drop

If I could deal with my heart's stop

I'd do it again, I'd do it again, yeah

If I could deal with "you're mine, Bron", then you started to drop

I'd do it again, I'd do it again

Before I met you, I was 17

Five years on, were we meant to be?

Too many skeletons in your closet

And now I'm thinking, do you think of me?

Now I'm gone, I'm fading slowly

Too many skeletons in your closet

And I hope that you feel bad when they play my funeral song

Wake me up when I am dead

Too many things in my headspace

I now believe in myself

The purest love songs come from heartbreak

If I could deal with my heartache

I'd do it again, I'd do it again, yeah

If I could deal when you come bring diamonds after I'm in the rain

I'd do it again, I'd do it again

Before I met you, I was 17

Five years on, were we meant to be?

Too many skeletons in your closet (closet, closet)

And now I'm thinking, do you think of me?

Now I'm gone, I'm fading slowly

Too many skeletons in your closet

And I hope that you feel bad when they play my funeral song