Compositor: Neva Dinova
She wakes up, with her hair down her heart's infected.
Her makeup's the least of her worries now. Her heart's
infected, but she's already gone.
"Its's worse when you're young, it's worse when you're
young you can't talk the words, they block your tongue"
"It's worse when you're young, it's worse when you're
young you can't talk the words, they block your tongue"
she don't mean shat she say, she's only got one day to
make it right. And I don't make the rules, but I"ve seen
his face late at night. That's right. So I'm sorry you're dead, the sweetest face on your head and everyone I
know misses your lies. We traded rings and luck things,
I wish I had mine now, and a lot of good my kisses did
your dead mouth. Goodbyes are final now she swore. So
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to all the things you love.