Party Foul - Smiths Lyrics

I wasn't ready for this kind of cold
Knocks me over and chills me to the bone
Never learned to keep those thoughts to myself
Never realized there's other things to talk about

And I miss being too lost to remember
And feeling like the world had forgot
There's hope in having something to hold you over
There's heart in having something to confess

How soon can I forget your face?
Gotta remember that pretty girls make graves
And it's a grave mistake to keep going on this way

I catch a glimpse and I'm wishing to be there
Can I convince you to tear my heart right out?
Is it just me or is this getting out of hand?
I've fallen completely, I've got no leg to stand on

How soon can I forget your face?
Gotta remember that pretty girls make graves
And it's a grave mistake to keep going on this way