'What do they knew about love It's just a stupid thing You buy them some corny stuff And now they gonna leave I've been old enough to remember With all things considered Yeah, we probably gonna die alone But there's something different Maybe it's magic Maybe i'm dreaming Or maybe i'm not Something knocks on my door And what did u say? 'Do butterflies suppose to fly in this way? So where do we go What do we know When everything so So close to gold Why did I try I'm trying to see Why did I lie I lie to myself just enough to bury it down again Do you feel incomplete Cause i feel incomplete I feel really completely incomplete My head hurt as duck Last cig in the pocket Will you be there? Would you even care? I see the problems It's in my habit Of walking to my home While reading some zines Or watching rom-com movies And get drunk in the lobby Yeah, we probably gonna die alone