Wondered about to give you a medal
You always find me when I least want it
Well hello, here we go again
I thought you would never look for me here
Sometimes I hate myself for not telling
you to * off and leave me alone
Girl,
like a Sunday afternoon You fill me with sadness,
depression and gloom
I hope you'll go away It would be the first time I didn't have to
Listen to all the things that you would say If you were still around
God knows that I don't need you to
tell me exactly what to do and when
And when
I'm so glad that you're about to leave, oh
So glad it's me,
that no one controls me,
and no one disses me
Last night I had a terrible dream I
dreamt I was present at your funeral
The sense of carnations pleased my mind
The sound from the organ filled me with joy
I was so pleased by your death I was so happy at your funeral
Seeing you now fills me with remorse I'm
trying so hard to show that I like you
My tap on your shoulder makes me embarrassed
Laughing and joking a little too much Girl,
like a Sunday afternoon You fill me with sadness,
depression and gloom
I hope you'll go away It would be the first time I didn't have to
Listen to all the things that you would say If you were still around
God knows that I don't need you to
tell me exactly what to do and when
And when
I'm so glad that you're about to leave,
oh So glad it's me,
that no one controls me,
and no one possesses me Wondering about to give you a medal
You always find me when I least want to Well,
hello,
here we go again
You fill me with sadness, depression and gloom