Thing for blondes well don't we all
King of nothing watch you fall
How much more do we have to go
Selling everything I own
I'm not prepared
Being scared is not a worry
I'm not coming home
To an empty room, I have no money
Digging my own grave which I'll use as an ashtray
Send her all my favorite songs
We'll all sing and get along
If I were you I'd love her too
I pray to god to be alone
I pray to god I break my phone
I pray to god I die alone