Went to hell in my Sunday clothesFell asleep with a bloody noseAs for where I was goingNo one knows
Then you walked up and I could tellThere's no blood and there's no hellAnd I felt like singing, "If I fell"
Go to heavenWhere you areKeep your wishesIn a jarWhen you're willingHang them on a star
I can't tell if I need youWell I could tell you that I love youYes, I could tell you that I love youI thank God that I know youI want to tell you that I love youI want to tell you that I love youAnd I always will
I was sleepin' and I was slowBut you told meSo now I knowTurn me on just like a radio
Go to heavenLeave your skinPick a numberPick and grinTake a pictureSo they know where you've been
Was it a poem or song that saidIsn't it hard to forgetLet's forget