The awful things angels sing when they know that you're not
One of those a perfect rose that dies when it's bought
We should've tried harder for our new daughter but you just ran away
And if we go outside let's hide behind the never ending brigade
My pale king my wedding ring that I never bought
And all my clothes books in rows
I'm okay no I'm not
We should have tried harder I feel like my father
Yeah the same f*cking way
And if we go outside let's hide behind the never ending brigade
We'll be okay