Lady In Red

Sir, all I ask is a meaningful death
Return to my garden
Put daisies in my head
Pick up the dead birds
And sweep off the dread
Sir all I ask is a meaningful death

Sir, all I ask is a meaningful death
My clothes are no good
But please fold them
Instead of asking for help
I'm just left here afraid
Of what will they say
About the lady in red

Roses are pretty when you are alive
Ghosts are not white sheets
And black circle eyes
Feelings are things you should hide
Along with your curses and small pocket knives

Roses are pretty when you are alive
Ghosts are not white sheets
But black circle eyes
Feelings are things you should hide
Not women in high heels when they stay the night

Please, sir, all I ask is a meaningful death
I'll pretend I don't know you
I'll run away instead
I was out with my friends
Not even 1:05

It's the first time and the last time that I felt alive