She has the summertime sadness.
I just got winter time sadness.
She sat in the back of her own car.
Car I was told to drive by him.
He is the guy she sits with now,
Now is the time I want to die.
Dying could come so easily
Easy behind the wheel.
Wheels could take the wrong turn,
Turn down that icy road
Road that invites me so warm,
Warm with the smile of death.
Dead like the heart of my girl.
Girl in the back of the car.
Car whose stereo now howls
Howls Summertime Sadness.
Sadness is a state of mind,
Mind controls your body.
Body that wants her close,
Close enough that you can't touch her.
Her. She.
She will be the death of me.
My heart can't take the pain.
Pain I've never felt before
Before I sang that song with her.
Her. She. My Love.
Love will be the death of me.
I will die with, for, by love.
I will be the death of love.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
She has the summertime sadness.
I just got winter time sadness.
She sat in the back of her own car.
Car I was told to drive by him.
He is the guy she sits with now,
Now is the time I want to die.
Dying could come so easily
Easy behind the wheel.
Wheels could take the wrong turn,
Turn down that icy road
Road that invites me so warm,
Warm with the smile of death.
Dead like the heart of my girl.
Girl in the back of the car.
Car whose stereo now howls
Howls Summertime Sadness.
Sadness is a state of mind,
Mind controls your body.
Body that wants her close,
Close enough that you can't touch her.
Her. She.
She will be the death of me.
My heart can't take the pain.
Pain I've never felt before
Before I sang that song with her.
Her. She. My Love.
Love will be the death of me.
I will die with, for, by love.
I will be the death of love.
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