or
Sloan

While I'm at this funeral
You're in New York
I've been dividing my grieving
You're sleeping with a mutual friend

I dreamed that I kissed your mouth
And you thought about me
Over Christmas
Oh, you might know who I am
But I know who you are
Your heart is in your art
And mine's in New York

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
You're sleeping with a mutual friend
And I want to be with you again
And again
And again
I've thought about you a lot lately
So flash me your metal smile

I'm thinking about you
You're thinking about
New York
Though to you your friend was hurt
To him I owe him money
Will you pay back the 30 dollars
That he thinks I owe him?
But, I don't owe him anything

If you had a funeral
I'd be there with bells on

If I had a funeral
Would you even care?
Would you wear your silver dress?
Would you actually wear lipstick?
Would you lie upon my grave?
And be there with bells on
So you could ring me from this life?
From this life [Repeat: x1]
So you could ring me from this life

Written by FERGUSON, JAY / MURPHY, CHRIS / PENTLAND, PATRICK / SCOTT, ANDREW
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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