She likes crying to The Strokes Oh, she is guitar romantic girl Oh, I can teach you the guitar Oh, she wants to cut her hair and dye it black Well, I've been sending love To you, my living girl Oh, I've been sending love To you, my living girl You want a boy that makes you mad Oh, she needs, sits beside you when you're sad Oh, I can take your punches too Oh, 'cause I love you, baby blue Well, I've been sending love To you, my living girl Oh, I've been sending love To you, my living girl We're like some little kids that just don't know what to do And it's just so fucking frustrating that I can't talk to you And I know it's hard to notice but I am really dead And you're exploding hearts like a gun against my head I've been sending love To you, my living girl Oh, I've been sending love To you, my living girl Oh, I've been sending love To you, my living girl I've been sending love To you, my living girl