Kia Boys Don’t Cry
Dope sick in a diner
Walk up to the counter
Standing at the edge of view
She hands the check, it was time to go
Yeah, we just met, I need to take it slow
Photos of the dead
Dancing in my head
I can’t seem to shake the view
We spoke of days of a once rich age
Now we just idle in the breakdown lane
A mournful cry, it echos everywhere
Are we living in a nightmare, and do we even carе?
Her hand touches my hand
The coldnеss of the sweat
I’m burning up inside for you
He gave me five but I paid for ten
Even though I called him my one true friend
Paint the city red
Memories of the dead
Drowning in the ghost of you
It’s not enough, yeah, they still want more
Clutching the balloons from the party store
A mournful cry, it echos everywhere
Are we living in a nightmare, and do we even care?
A mournful cry, it echos everywhere
Are we living in a nightmare and do we even care?