Dead Things - Emiliana Torrini

You’re like me We’re both alone

What’s the problem

I don’t know

With the same high

The same eyes

But you can’t borrow my clothes all the time

Bad things

Dead things

Sad things have to happen

Sometimes

I let the snow

Melt in my mouth

Until my head hurts

Until I’m out

Makes me laugh a bit

Makes me cry

Same way you confuse me all the time

Bad things

Dead things

Sad things have to happen

Bad things

Dead things

Sad things have to happen

Bad things

Dead things

Sad things have to happen

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sooometimes