Violet

Welcome to the end of the reprise

The stars behind my eyes

They render me blind

I wanna be like Violet Baudelaire

Ribbon in my hair

Brighten up buttercup

We'll light up

We'll light up like a sentinel

We'll leave our tracks untraceable

We could write a sad song, play it happy

And you'd never know the differences

The moods are never overlapping

This line is non-negotiable

Your tone is conversational

There's a time and a place for revelation

But this one is for the hated

And blessedly uninitiated

What youthful innocence I've known

Is lost, and no longer my own

Cut all that shit you think you know

Sit back, relax

Hold on and don't let go

For all the blame you said that was mine

Oh, I learned better in time

So hang your red flags out to dry

And halt that masquerade inside your head

Cut off all your friends

You said you'd not be caught dead with regret

We'll light up like a sentinel

We'll leave our tracks untraceable

We could write a sad song, play it happy

And you'd never know the differences

The moods are never overlapping

This line is non-negotiable

Your tone is conversational

There's a time and a place for revelation

But this one is for the hated

And blessedly uninitiated

What youthful innocence I've known

Is lost, and no longer my own

Cut all that shit you think you know

Sit back, relax

Hold on and don't let go

*Literally the only ever Holloway guitar solo*

Am I the best you ever had

Are you drowning in your fake regret

Is it because of me

The scars under my sleeves

Is it all that you expected

The kids that you infected

We'll not expect to see

The ghost of an apology

Am I the best you ever had

Are you drowning in your fake regret

Is it because of me

The scars under my sleeves

Is it all that you expected

The kids that you infected

We'll not expect to see

The ghost of an apology

We'll light up like a sentinel

We'll leave our tracks untraceable

We could write a sad song, play it happy

And you'd never know the differences

The moods are never overlapping

This line is non-negotiable

Your tone is conversational

There's a time and a place for revelation

But this one is for the hated

And blessedly uninitiated

What youthful innocence I've known

Is lost, and no longer my own

Cut all that shit you think you know

Sit back, relax

Hold on and don't let go

Am I the best you ever had

Are you drowning in your fake regret

Is it because of me

The scars under my sleeves

Is it all that you expected

The kids that you infected

We'll not expect to see

The ghost, the ghost, the ghost