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?