Wild Nothing Pessimist
Boys dont cry they just want to die
Stumble and cough and grin a lie
Would you look into my eyes eyes eyes eyes
Will you be my new?
Box up all of your things with tape
Write your address that won't remain.
Can I still be your pessimist?
Boys dont cry they just want to die
Stumble and cough and grin a lie
Will you look into my eyes eyes eyes eyes
Will you be my new?
