Paroles de Last Seen

She didn't plan a thing And in the last scene they died From a b12 overdose Right before the end She painted his eyelashes a jungle green So we would know They weren't all city Unbearably cliche Trampled coats, they promised a scene Summery soirees Disappointment served on a tray And never will her teeth be the same If they could stand- they'd stand the cold If they could see- they'd see things through Some accidental light Uncovered all the afternoon blue Just a shallow pond In early November they'd get along