The Greco Roman Goodbye
We'll make necklaces of scrapped metal and some loose twine
We'll try our hardest to finish three bottles of cheap wine
Because we both know as we get older our taste will improve
But for tonight let's pretend we've got something to lose
Two stabs to my side
I'm screaming through this smile
That I'm so happy you're happy
My fingernails are what scarred your hardwood floor
As I tried my hardest to leave my mark
As I dragged myself out your door
Because I know as I get older my taste will improve
But for tonight, I'll pretend that you will do
Hey beautiful, you're not beautiful