The ones you love to hurt, always the ones you love.
Ashamed of everything you should have been thankful of.
Folks covered up with roses, might even be everyone
But you're just dressing up to go messing up
See you run around everyone in town
The one your thinking of's gone
Not coming back, but pretending's fun
You watch the days go by, dreading them one by one
You love your sleep so much, something that rarely comes.
Folks covered up with roses, might even be everyone
But your just dressing up to go messing up
See you run around everyone in town
The one you're thinking of's gone
Not coming back, but pretending's . . .
Easy to do, i should know -- i've locked away the tears
I want to show, to you, but i don't know. i don't know
When i see you dressing up to go messing up
See you run around everyone in town
The one you're thinking of's gone
Not coming home, but pretending's fun.
