bodybag
billie joe armstrong
she knits me a pastel purple sweater
i'm staring blankly into the skies
she reads me like a scarlet letter
she holds my heart and arms to die
sometimes it ain't so bad
like a soul that's on the slab
this is my life in a bodybag
she's got a diary of madness
she dumped me in a brand-new address
with a brand-new sweater made for me
sometimes it ain't so bad
like a soul that's on the slab
this is my life in a bodybag