The Jade Tree Years Were My Best - Funeral For A Friend

Sometimes when the lights go out

I pretend that I’m someone else

I pretend like the best of them

If I hold, if I hold my breath just to feel

That my insides ache from the pressure

Then I breathe again

And if I could remember when it fell apart

The broken glass and bloody lips

I’m checking off your list

Another cold December spent waiting by the phone

The broken glass and bloody lips

I’m checking off your list

I’m calling ex-girlfriends

To tell them I’m sorry

Forgetting the next day

Trying to sleep it all away

Just to sleep it all away