Good Grief

Bring out your dead make them a hashtag The internet is the only one keeping track And Trace woke up and bumped her head, smack On the cold hard mac she spent the night with in bed But she doesn't see red, she just sees you Now she's getting fond of that sore spot Should be taking something for the pain, but she's not Because it's all she's got of you The children do the renegade While the world goes up in flames Trace has seen enough this year Of everything and everywhere but his place The corner shop is selling out of cough drops Cops arrest a man for not covering his face They crowded out the place While Sue in broderie anglaise gets in the employee's personal space Her children do the renegade To dampen out her flames Trace has seen enough this year Of everything and everyone but Trace And me? Well I'm just the narrator They will see each other He will get to date her And both their hearts will mend But I won't get to see him ever again