South

[Verse 1] Tom and I out on the hillside Waving at planes and pulling our wrists No girl of mine is gonna see me cry She'd be better off seeing me dead [Verse 2] Tom and I cover our eyes and decide To make our way out on the next passing bird I found my solace in a plateau of nothingness Floating like grass, indecisive [Bridge] My body is a passing leaf Dead as it hits the ground Useless to nature's need Quite a sight not to see [Verse 3] Tom and I out on the hillside We're both so insane and pushing our luck You take New York and I will marry Lee Let's see who comes back worse