Sing To Me

Happy tears fade fast

Sad tears tend to last

You've got your blood-stained heart in your nicotine-stained hands

And your twenty-nine years did not help you pass

Oh, the roadkill, cheap thrill obstacle filled path

White lies, black dress

Brightest of darkness

You close your tearstained eyes to your silver lined madness

After twenty-nine years, you might want to confess

That we have made a fucked up place

That I can not erase

Sing to me

White lies, black heart tearing us apart

You breathe the frost-filled air from my lungs to your lungs

After twenty-nine years, how much to come?

Now, we have made a fucked up place that I can not erase

Sing to me

Happy tears fade fast

Sad tears tend to last

You've got a sad, sad song

And it's stuck in your aching head

And your twenty-nine years did not teach you that

Changing melodies will change your destiny at last

Now, we have made a fucked up place we're trying to erase, erase