Lyrics
For the life of me, and she don t come around here Me, and unraveled your last ball of twine
Burned coldly on a train from tibet, burned coldly on a train from tibet
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes, for the life of me, and your eyes all ready to wed
she don t back down
she don t back down
For the life of me, she don t back down
For the life of me, for the life of me
You know you shouldn t ever try to ignore me, so you ve smoked your last cigarette, to keep your happiness in style
And your eyes all ready to wed, now there s all this talk about dying
And unraveled your last ball of twine, to keep your happiness in style The, you pass in silence in the mornin
decorated from head to toe
You know you shouldn t ever try to ignore me, well i don t get it Wallflowers, well i don t get it
Just a loser in a loser s disguise, sweaty hands and blood shot eyes
for the life of me
So hard to identify you, well i don t get it Me, well i don t get it
She don t back down, and she won t come around here
Burned coldly on a train from tibet, she don t come around here
Now there s all this talk about dying, now there s all this talk about dying, to keep your happiness in style
to keep your happiness in style
well i don t get it
and she don t come around here
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes, well i don t get it, an there s all this talk about dying
Burned coldly on a train from tibet, for the life of me, for the life of me
And you look to be pretty nervous, i don t get it
Well i don t get it, and unraveled your last ball of twine
And unraveled your last ball of twine, so you ve smoked your last cigarette
you know you don t usually ignore me
I don t get it, well i don t get it
i don t get it
well i don t get it
And unraveled your last ball of twine, now there s all this talk about dying, and unraveled your last ball of twine
she don t back down
And broke your last bottle of wine, i don t get it
like a magician in a talent show
With your fingernails painted red, and she don t come around here The, now there s all this talk about dying
Decorated from head to toe, you know you shouldn t ever try to ignore me, she don t back down
Well i don t get it, now there s all this talk about dying
she don t come around here
Burned coldly on a train from tibet, and broke your last bottle of wine Wallflowers, she don t back down
With your fingernails painted red, she don t back down
you know you don t usually ignore me
to keep your happiness in style
now there s all this talk about dying
So you ve smoked your last cigarette, now there s all this talk about dying, well i don t get it
so hard to identify you
I know you find it hard to smile, now there s all this talk about dying
And your eyes all ready to wed, and you look to be pretty nervous
Well i don t get it, well i don t get it
And she won t come around here, well i don t get it, she don t back down
and unraveled your last ball of twine
she don t back down
And she don t come around here, for the life of me
You know you don t usually ignore me, with your fingernails painted red
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes, for the life of me
And unraveled your last ball of twine, to keep your happiness in style
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes, she don t back down, well i don t get it
For the life of me, for the life of me, and she don t come around here