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

To you your friend was hurt, To him I owe him money

Will you pay back the 30 dollars that he says 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