If this cocktail of pretty pills and liquor works
And I'm lying with my last breath departed,
Then please bury me in my favourite black top and skirt
And my best boots.
I know I'm only 20,
But it all seemed too much for me.
You might cry, maybe think I'm weak,
But I think I was never needed.
I want to hold you
And say everything will turn out for the best,
But it never used to work before
And it wont now.
I don't care if you're angry at me
For leaving like this
I cared before,
But I don't want to now.
So don't worry about me now,
You never used to before,
Just bury me now
It wont be long til you forget.
