Everybody Dies a Little on Valentine's Day

Everybody Dies a Little on Valentine’s Day

Stupid tokens of affection that never comes
Book a table at a restaurant, a table for one
Stare out the window, stare at the floor
Look at the people that we were before
It’s true what they say
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day

Look at Cupid he’s so stupid
With his little pink bum
Bows and arrows miss their target
You’d be better off with a gun
And those chocolates from the drugstore
Out of the window from the tenth floor
Even hand-picked roses couldn’t change this world from grey
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day.

Oh sugar kisses, whispered nothings, life was so sweet
Pink afternoons between cool satin sheets
We’d send out the servants, now I walk the streets
The food here’s fantastic but I don’t want to eat
The waiter asks “Is everything here OK?”
I’m just dying here a little on Valentine’s day

Bah bah bah bah, bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah, bah bah bah bah
It’s true what they say
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day

‘Cause you went away, and that’s not OK
And I’ll never be better off without you – oh no
So why pretend that hearts ever mend?
They keep beating, and beating and beat beat beat beat
‘Til they stop!

Getting dark in the park drinking punishment wine
May be bitter may be cheap but it lasts a long time
And it cleans out your insides, dissolves every trace
Of her spun golden hair and that beautiful face
But It never goes away
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day.

‘Cause she’ll never come back, she went away
Now everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day