Don't Forget To Set Your House On Fire Before You Crawl Into Bed

Words like butterflies crash into my eyes

A kamakize flight right into my eyes

Words like razor blades slice into my veins

Exposing all my pain all that's left of me

When this shade of, this shade of sadness

Little dead will dance again

When this shade of, this shade of sadness

Little dead will dance again

Now I'm gone, shove me away

There's nothing more or left to say

I had to live only to die

I always die

Now I'm gone, shove me away

There's nothing more or left to say

I had to live only to die

I always die

(This shade of)

I always die

(This shade of sadness)

I always die

(This shade of)

I always die

(This shade of sadness)

Little dead will dance again