Dead Things - Emiliana Torrini

You're like me 
We're both alone 
What's the problem 
I don't know 
With the same high 
The same eyes 
But you can't borrow my clothes all the time 

Bad things 
Dead things 
Sad things have to happen 
Sometimes 

I let the snow 
Melt in my mouth 
Until my head hurts 
Until I'm out 
Makes me laugh a bit 
Makes me cry 
Same way you confuse me all the time 

Bad things 
Dead things 
Sad things have to happen 

Bad things 
Dead things 
Sad things have to happen 

Bad things 
Dead things 
Sad things have to happen 

Sometimes 
Sometimes 
Sometimes 
Sooometimes