Bring out your dead make them a hashtag
The internet is the only one keeping track
And Trace woke up and bumped her head, smack
On the cold hard mac she spent the night with in bed
But she doesn't see red, she just sees you
Now she's getting fond of that sore spot
Should be taking something for the pain, but she's not
Because it's all she's got of you
The children do the renegade
While the world goes up in flames
Trace has seen enough this year
Of everything and everywhere but his place
The corner shop is selling out of cough drops
Cops arrest a man for not covering his face
They crowded out the place
While Sue in broderie anglaise gets in the employee's personal space
Her children do the renegade
To dampen out her flames
Trace has seen enough this year
Of everything and everyone but Trace
And me?
Well I'm just the narrator
They will see each other
He will get to date her
And both their hearts will mend
But I won't get to see him ever again
