Dead Boyfriend - nothing matters

The air is full of carbon
I dont have the guts to sing at all
And if we're dying might as well
Give it a shot while i have hair
To stun and men to die for
If nothing matters anymore
I'll be a stranger and a friend
Forever trapped inside my own head
You got a sick little curl to your words
And it's often
I dont understand
What heaven and hell mean
But i'm not sorry,
I throw my trash on the ground,
Turn my women around
And run
Coroner,
Give me a time to be nice,
Give me a time to be right.
The ballad of a lonely housewife,
What we sing to ourselves at night...

Written by:
Ashley Brown

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