Seven years without a son
Looking for a silent summer in the dawn
Seven times to hide and run
Looking for a way out through the winter fog
Seven chances to prove them wrong
A volatile dance a choking song
Seven days is all I had left
I hope you'll take this as my parting gift
All my thoughts are blue and gray
All my friends are sad and gay
But I am f*cking happy even if the world has gone to shit today
Even if
I can sing a note
And I can write a song
But I can't find the words
When you are next to me
And I can play pretend
I hope that you'll understand
I'll hold you with my body as your tourniquet
I bet you'd hope to hear me say
I hate it all please go away
But I am f*cking happy even if the world has gone to shit today
Even if
I can sing a note
And I can write a song
But I can't find the words
When you are next to me
And I can play pretend
I hope that you'll understand
I'll hold you with my body as your tourniquet
And I can be your girl
And I can be a lover, mother, sister like no other
When I'm next to you
And I can sing a f*cking ballad
We can cry and say its valid
We can cry and say its valid with my body as your tourniquet
I am f*cking happy even if the world has gone to shit today
Even if
With my body as your tourniquet