Bury
Flying Squid
The moon and stars are cold now
Reflecting onto you
You say
“Nothing!”
(Can you hear me?)
It hurts it hurts it hurt
Hope that I’ll never be your type
Guess I’ll never see you again
Hoping that we’ll never stay in touch
It’s really sort of funny baby how
The mind begins to break
In two...
Something
I tried to be
A gentler beast
But the warden doesn’t like it when I try to seem me, so
Call your doctors
And call the police
Cause you’re only really you if you hear it from me
It hurts it hurts it hurt
I’ll never bе your type
Guess I’ll nevеr see you again
I’ll never stay in touch