Won't you be coming up this weekend
I pulled my phone out and unlocked the door
Won't you be here for me this weekend
That's kind of selfish, don't you think
We could go a walk around the graveyard
Watch the leaves draw patterns across the deceased
You could tell me one more time to stop my ringing
I would love to hear you one more time telling me to move on
Won't you take a minute or two this weekend
I know you've got too much to do to feel blue
But the autumn is here and you look better when nature is dying
Autumn is here and that should still mean something
So give me a trinket
Something to remember you by
Like a lock of your hair or a Polaroid photo
Of what you think you look like when you die
I would complain if I thought it would do any good
I would make a change if I hadn't already tried everything I thought I could