I´ve got the rotten apple core feeling, dying like a living ghost, now I´m lying on the ground not making a sound, thinking I love you the most.
And I hope our candles flicker and die so that our hearts don´t burn to the ground, down, down, just like Randy´s house.
When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun I became a setting sun, now you´re heading west bound while I´m lying on the ground thinking you were the one.
And I hope our candles flicker and die so that our hearts don´t burn to the ground, down, down, just like Randy´s house.