Death Comesto Matteson It's Your Funeral, Baby
She says:
make me smile, and I'll never let you down
she says:
hold me tight, and I'll quit this running around
this is the only way I know
again tonight,
I taste her mouth and count the men she's kissed
again tonight,
she'll apologize, but won't tell me who she's with
this is the only way I know
it's your funeral, baby
but I'm the one who dies
when you tell me you're faking
what I've wanted my whole life
it's a pop-rock clich?,
but my love is true
if looks could kill, baby,
then this one,
this one's for you
