6am on Sunday morning
when they came around
put on your darkest clothes
and try to blend into the crowd.
Wish I could join, shed a tear,
say how great I was.
6am on Sunday morning.
Bring me flowers,
say goodbye then, please,
put me to rest
Life is a mess that makes you mad,
you try so hard to make it count
that's why a funeral is pretty damn sad
‘cause in the end you realize
you already been through hell.
Should've been a bit more honest to myself
sometimes got stuck in all the drama,
man, I was way too nice.
So many things I'd like to say,
but I'll keep my feelings under ground.
Now if i'm just being honest
(I just wish that u would)
Bring me flowers,
say goodbye then, please
put me to rest.
Life is a mess that makes you mad
you try so hard to make it count
that's why a funeral is pretty damn sad
‘cause in the end you realize
you already been through hell
Life is a mess that makes you mad,
I tried so hard to make it count
but now that I'm done,
I find it's really not sad
‘cause in the end I realize
that I have no problems left.