There’s no such thing as good grief
Haven’t eaten in 3 weeks
And I’m skin and bones when you’re not near me
I’m all skeleton and melody
There’s no such thing as good grief
Sleep with you in a sex dream
And I’m pretty sure you don’t miss the way
I put all my demons on display to your pretty music
One more time
Play me something I won’t sing
I’ll be quiet
Play me something one more time
I’m listening
There’s no such thing as good grief
Took 2 months to pack up your things
But I left a box at your parents’ house
Don’t know whether to feel sad or proud
One more time
Play me something I won’t sing
I’ll be quiet
Play me something one more time
I’m listening