2000 Miles away is where my love still lays
All kept inside his grave is where my old love stays
My capture is clean and quick
The smoke from the cigarettes is way too thick

Your opinions are always whack
My love will not come back

From the bottom of the stairs is where I lay my head
Fixing and pretending that I am dead
Fucking up the changes that I made on accident

Nuking up the grass in a complex
Apartments are cheap when you don't pay the rent
Steel myself a water key to just get by
One shower a week and then I'll fly

Your opinions are always whack
My love will not come back