Terrible Twos - Russian Girlfriends

We don’t talk about it

We don’t talk at all

The bouquet decays in the backseat every fall

Any loving gesture seems a bit too much

A careless comfort, the coldest touch

Is the only thing that we

Could still consider ours

I replace vase

As she waits in the car

All the talks and texts

The terrible twos

The «I'm sorry son, we’ve done all we can do"s

Well its never a good time to get bad news

And you’re never too old to die too soon

We put all of our wishes upon a falling star

Now I replace the vase, as she waits in the car

Tiny footprints

Tiny hands

Tiny heartbeats echoing

were wasting heaven

Every second that you lived

A choir of paper angels

Still sings above an empty crib

And you were such a fighter

You gave them both right and left

It’s not how you take your punches

It’s how you take your breaths

We put all of our wishes upon a falling star

Now I replace the vase, as she waits in the car

Now I replace the vase and she waits in the car