Good Grief

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