Yes, turn down the music
Throw away the booze and
Tell them the party’s over for
she isn’t here.
Rip the sky bleed,
crush every skull I find,
burn every fucking flower
that blooms coz I want her.
Yes, turn down the music
Throw away the booze and
Tell them the party’s over for
she isn’t here.
Was it so much to ask for your love?
I dreamt too much about us
But you were too conceited. Now,
Switch off the lights
And, turn down the music
Throw away the booze and
Tell them the party’s over for
she isn’t here.
— b.l.