Lyrics

Flooding the room two by two From the womb to the holiday There is no holiday First, double-cross her heart He wants to start a family Needing something to go on If she weren't writing in blood She'd bring him her jokes, a new liver And a shovel for the mud If he were not knee-deep in mud He'd bring her his drugs He'd get her a typewriter If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to grey, grow up and blow away If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to grey, grow up and blow away Nobody knows which street to take He took the easy way, What was the easy way? First, double-cross her heart He wants to start a family She always thought she would not If she weren't writing in blood She'd bring him her jokes, A new liver and a shovel for the mud If he were not knee-deep in mud He'd bring her his jokes He'd get her a typewriter If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to grey, grow up and blow away If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to grey, grow up and blow away First, double-cross her heart He wants to start a family Her body is the baby If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to grey, grow up and blow away If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to grey, grow up and blow away Blue to grey, grow up and blow away Blue to grey, grow up and blow away Blue to grey, grow up and blow away Blue to grey, grow up and blow away
Writer(s): Emily Haines, James Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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