Cigarettes are gone
And I woke up on the lawn
Missing my shoe
And I'm also missing you
My skin's so pale from drinking last night's ale
I'm so sick let me puke on that stick
I've got nothing left to tell
Except my life's going to hell
Best friends are gone so I'll go along
Because I've got nowhere else to be
So I'll just sit here drinking tea
I've got nothing left to say except I want you to stay
So I guess when they are gone
I'll write you a song
I'll try not to cheat
Because I think you're pretty neat
Well I guess that this is due
From all we're going through
And when you try and call
You never answer
If I runaway
I'll call you everyday
And will you sing along
When I sing your pretty song
If I runaway
I'll call you everyday
And will you sing along
When I sing your pretty song
When I sing your pretty song
When I sing your pretty song
When I sing you're pretty