Plummets Through The Trees

She presses flowers alone in her room, she'd lie on her front.

but she can't do that anymore.

So she waits.

Tables and sells her ice cream to fill a hole that she can't see

And she thinks, "how did this happen to me"?

I'm plummeting through the trees, why did they do this to me ?

In the dark counting steps to her room, slowly choking on her own perfume

Curled up and lying in bed, brave face on pretty head

He drank all his money and his heart is nailed to the floor

There's nothing but guitar solos, he'll play one more

Twenty girls on the go and not one of them will show

any interest in the one thing that he loves

In the dark counting steps to her room, slowly choking on her own perfume

Curled up and lying in bed, brave face on pretty head.