The first one died in a dreamlike fist fight
I was seven
The streets were bloody
Another one died his liver popped like a balloon
I was drunk too
Our lives were blurry
I got your blood-stained letters
Why? Why?
You know I'm terrified of candles
I'm not going to your séance
I'm not going to your séance
I don't need any more dead friends
And there was that girlfriend, that got hit by a meteorite
I was heartbroken
I smashed my telescope
Why? Why?
I'll always blame the atmosphere
I'll always hate the unforgiving stars
I'm not going to your séance
I'm not going to your séance
I don't need any more dead friends
When I called for an ambulance, they sent a garbage truck