October Fall

Best dressed, worst hair
Too much, do we care?
Best dressed, worst hair
Too much, do we care?
Watch me fall down from the top of my rooftop
You're calling out my name
There's nothing left to say
You scream till I'm not coming down
Without puncturing your lung
I'm not falling into love
I'm not
Cause I've fallen down
Can we repent
Forget mistakes our fathers made
Tried so hard to die for these two
Choices that could change the way
My heart beats for this everyday
Well everything has changed
Love turns into hate
I wish that I was six again
Fight this battle everyday
But I won't turn into this
Won't turn into this
And I'm never one for make up
Now the blood drips from your face