| Pretty girls die just the same
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| Why I’m still holding on to the pain (I don’t know)
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| I would let it go for a million fucks or kisses
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| I was wondering when the angels would sing by your grave
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| Cause I’m through squeezing feelings from blank stares
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| Trying to break iron hearts with feather filled punches
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| A dance, a fight
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| And I pulled every star from the sky to make night from day, but what Idid I
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| change?
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| So I’m left trying to count the beats in the record breaks
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| Clinging to hope through a punctured drip
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| Yesterday was the demo tape to years of regret
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| Please take my words turn them into something innocent
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| «sweetness I was only joking when I said I’d like to smash every tooth in your
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| head»
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| A dance, a fight
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| And I pulled every star down from the sky to make night from day but what did
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| it change?
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| I screamed your name, with my pen I scream your name
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| And when the california sun became brighton rain
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| I washed away any chance of a future for every butterfly soaked in gasoline
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| I helped to fly you set one alight so now we’re fucked
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| And the nostalgia is as ugly as the truth and saints that sin
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| She was beautiful once
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| I tied a bow that became a noose that I left to hang
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| She was beautiful once
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| Letters like cries on my walkman
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| Fuck I miss her lies
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| She was beautiful once
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| Those x’s didn’t mean kisses and «sorry» doesn’t mean a thing |