Letras
Your perfume lingers in my room
It's a ghost
It's a ghost
I didn't invite it to
Oh, pacing around and waiting for
The pick me up
Go on, let your hair down
Thank you for nothing at all
Go cheer your heart up
You kept me on your shelf
Just collecting dust
And I'm never gonna learn my lines
And I'm never gonna listen up
Thank you for nothing at all
Come pick your heart up
You eight—eyed freak
I'm out of here
Rolling out, rolling out
Of your web
And I'm in the clear
Oh, set up like you're makeup at a funeral
Oh, you let yourself down
Thank you for nothing at all
Go cheer your heart up
You kept me on your shelf
Just collecting dust
And I'm never gonna learn my lines
And I'm never gonna listen up
Thank you for nothing at all
Come pick your heart up
Pick your heart up
Go on let your hair down
Pick your heart up
It's just collecting dust
Pick your heart up
Go on let your hair down
Pick your heart up
It's just collecting dust