Under a red sky, I told her, I want to die
And how I cry with no concrete reason why
And have bad dreams every night, or every other night
I feel sickly, like I am lost at sea
And all the girls I used to know are high on ecstasy
And they're much happier than me, I think
She told me things would pass
Like the girls who smoke the grass
Like huffing gas out in the dried-up meadow grass
Under stars that shine like glass in the Sun
And she said, would you shoot me in the head?
We shot the breeze and had malt liquor instead
Passed out together in the shed or the bed - I don't recall
I said: What better way to put myself in my place?
What better way to get out of this goddamn place?
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in this fucking place
What better way to put myself in my place?
She said: Broken hearts are easy to hide
Broken hearts are easy to ignore
See, when you break your heart, nothing really breaks
Look at me, and look at you
18, and dead - at 16 you were almost dead
Just sleep with me in my bed
