Aren't you dying for sunny days?

The heat stays briefly, you are turning blue

Couldn't comfort you in this way

'Cause all of my tricks are impromptu

Need a useful hopeless mess to set you free

You're a killer of my suicidal tendency

Record's playing in reverse

Everybody wants someone to inflame

Badass rockers begin to slur

While the bartender's so drunk and lame

I'll be touching your lips with greenish fingertips

Though the plot for you is hardly close to a perfect fit

Need a useful hopeless mess to set you free

You're a killer of my suicidal tendency

Like a tuna on the sidewalk

It's a heavy load

But in the deepest coma I'm in love with you

My mind is filled with cliche but I believe it's true

In the deepest coma I'm in love with you

My mind is filled with cliche but I believe it's true

Couldn't comfort you in this way

But I'd save you from those stupid things