If you turn over my grave, You'd better put it back. Before a full moon lurks over your back
'Cuz I'll put your soul and some of you blood in a plastic bag that I found at the dump.
I'm not going to Hell, all by myself I'm not going to Hell, all by myself I'm not going to Hell, all by myself
I dream about grand arches and pretty colored nights when you were painting on silence and painting with light.
Life after Death I know it's a promise as bittersweet as the end of August.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself. I'm going to Hell, all my myself. I'm going to Hell, all my myself. I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
Oh look at you go, running down those red roads punching the grass on the hill because it's too young to know this isn't what you wanted to be... Oh, Jellyfish would dream of the colors I used to see when you kissed me; But I don't know that you can feel All the birthday wishes wasted on wishing Pokemon were real. and just like shoe boxes of cards in my closet at home I'm just weeds growing around an unreadable tombstone