Depressionesque 歌词

Imprisoned in perfume I smell her in my blanket when I'm sleeping Strange how they hurt you stinging memories they break your heart And it's gone so fast The only girl I ever loved is slipping through my hands I blew a kiss, waved goodbye turned my head and hid my eyes so you wouldn't see me cry Count me out cause I'm a mess A twisted accident a psychological wreck A bruising sentiment We'll count back and curtsey The curtain falls and I begin to burn We stand out like statues impervious to pardoning our French