Watch the stars
When did the bitterness start
Who do you think was behind it
A wig, 2 strokes
An unformulated hatred
For the old stories
Come again
Too soon
Grab your little brother by the hand
Show him what it tastes like
To breathe with eyes closed
Tell your little sister that the world is going to end
And give her everything you can
Watch again
How did you get in here
Why did I not see you
A brick, 2 glasses of champagne
1 half full, 1 broken
And once again
Too tired to be awoken
Grab your little brother by the hand
Show him what it tastes like
To breathe with eyes closed
Tell your little sister that the world is going to end
And give her everything you can