Its true that im not good at a one night stand.
I need another story, something to get off my chest.
Because a seven nation army couldnt hold me back.
Sittin in the moring sun, ill be sitting in the evening come.
My lovers got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral.
Ive seen trees of green, big roses too, i see them blue, for me and you.
I will soon forget the color of your eyes, and you'll forget mine.
I'm just setting, i'm just setting a trap.
So watch my chest heave as his last breath leaves me.