| A pretty girl never lights her own cigarette |
| So I held those words when I missed my friends |
| And these days, there’s a lot that I forget |
| But I remember the way I felt back then |
| I sat on the fire escape and stared |
| From this party to the rooftops over there |
| So I left, and I didn’t say a word |
| I always say the wrong thing |
| I swear I’m cursed |
| Have you ever cried because you felt you were supposed to? |
| And maybe I can be friends with ghosts too |
| And I’ll talk all night to the memories |
| Have you ever cried because you felt you were supposed to? |
| And maybe I can be friends with ghosts too |
| And I’ll talk all night to the memories of you |
| The phone is ringing, but it’s just out of reach |
| And I don’t care enough to find out about anything |
| And these records stacked up from the floor |
| I’ll never sell them |
| I don’t listen anymore |
| It’s all alright |
| It’s all alright |
| It’s all alright |
| It’s all alright |
| Let’s stay warm tonight |
| I don’t want to wake with my face soaking |
| Have you ever cried because you felt you were supposed to? |
| And maybe I can be friends with ghosts too |
| And I’ll talk all night to the memories |
| Have you ever cried because you felt you were supposed to? |
| And maybe I can be friends with ghosts too |
| And I’ll talk all night to the memories of you |