Shake The Graves

Well don't say good night

Cause it's not your right

To take this away from me

When i'm afraid you'll leave

One night

And pretty girls

Can shake the graves

Of sad boys past

And they'll twist and moan in hopes

Of sending those sad boys home

All alone

Well please

Don't speak it of me

To your family

When i'm gone

I like them to think of me

As a martyred me

And sing the eulogy

And pretty girls

Can shake the graves

Of sad boys past

And they'll twist and moan in hopes

Of sending those sad boys home

All alone

You could have said something

If you figured it out

You could have kept your mouth closed

But nobody knows how