pink walls to drown out the little things
the little things that life brings
it's like staring at stars
and watching them burn out infront of your eyes

black heartaches tucked in her back pocket
white lies to cover all the wrong
she carries her life in her golden locket
and all she has left is this one last song.

When she cries
it's like melting glass
stinging blood trails down her face
she left a letter on the dresser,titled "just incase"

black heartaches tucked in her back pocket
white lies to cover all the wrong
she carries her life in her golden locket
and all she has left is this one last song.

chip on the shoulder
she swore that it would be over
soon enough,sooner than you think
and all thats left is blood-stains in her sink

this one last song...
one last song..
and it's gone.