If you were to die today
Oh no, well that would be sad
And I'd find myself askin' why
You had to die before your dad
And while you're six feet down there
Pushin' up daisies, I'll be
Plucking the petals off
Sayin' hey she
She loves me
She loves me not
She was above me
And now she's not
She loves me
But not the things that I say
While I'm pluckin' the petals off
Standing over her grave
If I were to die today
Oh no, well that would be bad
Think I might fly away
Before they stuff me in a bag
And while I'm lounging up there
Soaking up the sun, well maybe
I'll fly too close, burn up
And fall into a patch of daisies
She loves me
She loves me not
She was above me
And she still is, by a whole lot
She loves me
But not the things that I say
While I'm wiping the petals off
Of the name that's on her grave
If we were to die today
I guess we'd just be dead
And happy that the fates allowed us
To hang from the same thread
And while we're floating out there
In the great beyond
Well I hope that they got daisies
That we can both pull on
She loves me
She loves me not
But I guess those words don't matter much
When your bones are full of rot
She loves me
But not the things that I say
While I'm taking my dying breath
Sayin' "babe, let's hit the hay"