作词 : Callum Mcallister
作曲 : Callum Mcallister
Maybe this is a story that we can tell our kids.
But if you don't have mine, maybe you can still tell his:
The way your hair froze to the pillow; how I can see your breath in our tiny room by the window.
Breathe in. Slowly exhale.
Look at the state your body's in.
Call her up and say you're sorry.
Tell her four times not to worry.
She cannot see the way that you live.
You'll have to tell her another story.
Because Carrie's seen your messages,
the shit that litters your floor.
Set fire to your bedroom
Because she don't love you anymore.
And they say, out of your window clothes start to fly;
a sense of dread that you're gonna die;
and against the fire, silhouettes;
all your menthol cigarettes, in flames.
'Cause you know that ashes don't change,
they only really stay the same,
under your fingernails and up beneath your skin.