Hazel (1)

I can’t wait, think I might tell everyone my secrets to life
With dead leaves and bad dreams like the ones I used to write
And April showers bring suicides in May
And April showers...

We fill the pockets you rob us blind, and the pain lies in learning you’re so tired
You're so tired
You're so tired that you’re laughing all the way home

I hate the moonlight when it brings out your eyes, but I’ll tell you what I see, you’re so tired
You're so tired
You're so tired that you’re laughing all the way home
And April showers bring suicides in May
Suicides in May

And you see how I’ve fallen, only to find out…
To find out...
You’re right!

I hate the moonlight when it brings out your eyes, but I’ll tell you what I see, you’re so tired
You're so tired
You're so tired
You're so tired