Speak Low If You Speak Love Thirty
I'll never be anyone's best friend cause I don't know how to let them in
But I might hide behind a song or two
You said if I'm not married by the time I turn 30 maybe we can get hitched
But I don't want to be your substitute
I'm tired of death, I'm tired of love, too
I'm sick of people dying, I'm sick of people trying to get in
Today a friend asked if I could carry his casket
But I hope I never have to
Because I don't know how to deal with death and I don't know what comes after
When we go to sleep
I'm tired of death, I'm tired of love, too
I'm sick of people dying, I'm sick of people trying to get in