I buried your body in the garden out back
It want to bury my soul, too
I stayed in bed, like I was told
But around when everyone slipped off to sleep, I snuck out
Taking off on my bike, across town in the dead of night
I got the feeling you’re here… I got the feeling you’re here
No matter what dreadful ritual I may perform
You won’t come home… you won’t come home
I…. I know that
“Just cut that out already!” they always scold me
I wish they’d died in your stead
I brandished the spearpoint of my screwed-up heart
At everything around me
Blasting off on my bike, I flew through this neon town
That’s not the only thing that matters… That’s not the only thing that matters
So even if I get someone else to realize that
No one can take your place
No one can take your place!!!
Falling flat off my bike, Karma got me good
I won’t be able to smile again… I just won’t smile again
If these cracks were to some day be filled
Then something big would change
I…. I was scared of that!