Funeral For A Friend

Carbon copy aftertaste
The taste of lips so delicate
Stop the click and watch the room
Sitting pretty in full bloom
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
Hold your breath this is the part
That i've been waiting for
Words spill out in front of you
On your bedroom floor
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
I sat beneath the burning tree