Black shades, duck through the dark and then decay.
He's popular, but nonetheless he's the least bit brave.
He sings sad songs of love and death,
he speaks of good and not the rest.
Black jeans and paint chips on his vest,
he never smiles even at his best.
Tell me a story before you fall into dismay,
tell me how you threw the world away.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
Black shades, duck through the dark and then decay.
He's popular, but nonetheless he's the least bit brave.
He sings sad songs of love and death,
he speaks of good and not the rest.
Black jeans and paint chips on his vest,
he never smiles even at his best.
Tell me a story before you fall into dismay,
tell me how you threw the world away.
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