It's All Over - Die Happy

Pockets full of frogs and broken toys

Fishing with the boys

My hair in braids

Selling flowers on the dusty street

Yeah, I was really sweet

I loved to play

Laughing, running

Hiding in the fields

Chasing butterflies

Telling little lies

NOW IT’S ALL OVER

NOTHING FEELS THE SAME

AND I DON’T LIKE IT

I WANT IT BACK AGAIN

Pockets full of keys and credit-cards

A chain of broken hearts

No time for games

Painting pictures on my weary face

I miss the good old days

It’s such a shame

Working, running

Trying to make a stand

Missing butterflies

Still telling lies