Seek disorder, alone
See me crawling, alone
Get to nowhere, alone
Getting frozen, alone
See me coming, alone
Alone, alone
Butterflies in your mind
Never coming home, anymore
Sunday drive with a smile
Singing all along, in a row, yeah
But it flies, nevermind
She's never coming home, anymore
Sugar pies when you die
You’re never coming home, anymore
It is when
you should cry
I really wanted more
Give me more