When I woke on Monday I was too happy
to see
But then on Tuesday there were doubts
flying around me
On the Wednesday tried to phone
On the Thursday felt alone
On the Friday I just sat
Counting the hours
Did you really mean it?
Were you truly sincere?
What we did last Sunday now it fills
me with fear
I was so uncool I know
But my feelings always show
Will you bring a funeral wreath,
Or will you bring flowers?
Saturday I went and bought a really
bad dress
In the afternoon I found out your
home address
In the evening I walked near
To the places you go
In the night I couldn't sleep
Counting the hours
Sunday morning I was always
Still catching my breath
In the afternoon I thought of
Faking my own death
So this evening, please be clear
If and when you do appear
Will you bring a funeral wreath
Or will you bring flowers?