There’s no such thing as good grief Haven’t eaten in three weeks and I’m Skin and bones when you’re not near me I’m all skeleton and melody
There’s no such thing as good grief Sleep with you in a sex dream and I’m Pretty sure you don’t miss the way I put all my demons on display To your pretty music
One more time Play me something I won’t sing I’ll be quiet Play me something One more time I’m listening
There’s no such thing as good grief Took two months to pack up your things But I left a box at your parents’ house Don’t know whether to feel sad or proud
One more time Play me something I won’t sing I’ll be quiet Play me something One more time I’m listening