t talk about it No time for goodbye's all good baby's go to heaven Disgusted despised you see her sweet spirit ascending Tomorrow we'll cry console each other
This will be the farewell I could never speak The things I long to tell you when we're lying cheek to cheek You're oh so certain, simple self-assured
Avalanche a tidal wave of frozen fear allergenic to ur atmosphere careening down to blanket all serenade our town is only a mass grave not even the church
Too addicted to breathe without it Too embarrassed to talk about it I'll kiss you off and try to leave without you following me This punctured pallet pains me red
