Curtains

I watered four dead plants every day One’s heart so filled with hate And if she could, she would sleep on my grave Her soul falls down with the rain She work far more make up on her face I heard her voice on the train Are you in love or just in pain? I watered four dead plants every day I search your name still You’re mad at me in my mind I search your name still You’re mad at me in my mind I’d do it all, just to stay out her way She’s mind reading what I say I search your namе still You’re mad at me in my mind I search your namе still You’re mad at me in my mind I’ll stand but not in the rain Heaven is white grass and roses A seat with your name on it I’ll take you there, one Saturday When we’re off work But I’d rather stay on earth Decay on earth Than haunt you and your fucked ways I search your name still You’re mad at me in my mind I search your name still You’re mad at me in my mind I search your name still You’re mad at me in my mind I search your name still You’re mad at me in my mind I search your name still You’re mad at me in my mind I search your name still You’re mad at me in my mind Could it get any worse? Could it get any worse? Could it get any worse?