Valentine's Day Massacre (feat. Imogen Heap)

It was more than the blues, you slaughtered Valentine's Day Why don't you send your pretty flowers to my grave? Cause it was more than the blues, 'cause this is February And high upon the roof I hear the rain Tell me why is it necessary for These winter months to make my bones so sore Tell me why is it necessary for me I got to feel the pain from the year before It was a massacre on Valentine's Day Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away It was a massacre on Valentine's Day Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away Why don't you ask her of the massacre? I'm sure her face will tell it all. Did you see my face on her picture wall when you were there? And after there was laughter and her friends all threw a ball While I cried all night in the bathroom stall Now the chocolates melted wet I saw Ms. Candy Heart with Mr. Cigarette While the band played vulgar symphonettes That's when I tried to steal your heart again But you looked just like the Jezebel Flushed pink and red and you were drunk as hell. Well, St. Valentines ring the holy bell It looks like cupid's arrow fell. It was a massacre on Valentine's Day Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away It was a massacre on Valentine's Day Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away Some things take some time but I can't lag behind There's only fourteen days this month and then a day But when spring comes, I never want to go out in the sun Then I get the shakes around Labor Day Some things take some time you know Some things take some time you know Some things take some time you know It was a massacre on Valentine's Day Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away It was a massacre on Valentine's Day Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away