I’m Not Going To Your Seance
The first one died
In a daydream fistfight
I was seven
The streets were bloody
Another one died
His liver popped like a balloon
I was drunk, too
All eyes were blurry
I got your bloodstained words
Why, why
You know I’m terrified of candles
I’m not going to your seance
I’m not going to your seance
I don’t need any more dead friends
And there was that girlfriend
That got hit by a meteorite
I was heartbroken
I smashed my telescope
Why, why
I’ll always blamе the atmosphere
I’ll always hatе those unforgiving stars
I’m not going to your seance
I’m not going to your seance
I don’t need any more dead friends
I’m not going to your seance
I’m not going to your seance
I don’t need any more dead friends
Would have called for an ambulance
They sent a garbage truck