There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front,
but I had no bucks to get "Here lies, they ran out of luck." on the back of it.
In my finger on my toe, with the sad holes of the weight on my chest
on the weight of my chest.
But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears
A good night of sleep per year.
There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front,
but I had no guts to get "Here lies, he ran out of luck." on the back of it.
In the fingers and the toes of all of those that show interest in me
And from where I'm standing, looks like I'm way long overdue
I know what you meant when you said, "Fuck you."
Breaking up never felt so cruel, and now I'm tired and now I'm dead to me.
Can we act like we never broke each others hearts?
At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start
Oh that's vile, not cool, Oh it's goddamn mean
I sure as hell know one thing, I'm sure you're dead to me