Randy's House

I've got a rotten apple core feeling

Dying like a living ghost

Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound

Thinking of you the most

And I hope that our candles flicker and die

So that our hearts don't burn to

The ground

Down, down just like Randy's house

When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun

I became a setting sun

Now you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground

Thinking that you were the one

And I hope our candles flicker and die

So that our hearts don't burn to the ground

Down, down just like Randy's house

And I hope that our candles flicker and die

So that our hearts don't burn to the ground

Down, down just like Randy's house