(Telephone message)
Hey you, do you remember me?
Fifteen sitting in a graveyard talking about the history
Are you sleeping well at night?
Your eyes are closed and the window's down but your thoughts are not in flight
Let the girl sleep off her pain
Her thoughts collide like waves
A voice is in her head
And this is what it said:
I'm your new best friend
Yeah I'm your new haircut
Yeah I'm the alcohol that burns down your neck and into your gut
And now it's cold outside
And your screams are loud
And I'm trying to wrap up
I find it hard as I stumble to the ground
Hey you, do you remember me?
Seventeen lying on a bed now we're making history
Did you hear the news today?
I'm leaving home with the letter torn straight from an empty case
Let the families say goodbye
On such a withered night
The boy will learn to talk
and Simon won't hide
I'm your new best friend
Yeah I'm your new haircut
Yeah I'm the alcohol that burns down your neck and into your gut
And now it's cold outside
And your screams are loud
And I'm trying to wrap up
I find it hard as I stumble to the ground
Hey you, do you still think of me?
Nineteen sitting on a beach
Clutching a bottle of history
Are you still singing songs at night?
I heard that one that you wrote for me how can false words sound so pretty
Let the voice out their pain
Let the dreams just slip away
Let the liars howl at night
Under darkened lamplight
I'm your new best friend
Yeah I'm your new haircut
Yeah I'm the alcohol that burns down your neck and into your gut
And now it's cold outside
And your screams are loud
And I'm trying to wrap up
I find it hard as I stumble to the ground
I'm your new best friend
Yeah I'm your new haircut
Yeah I'm the alcohol that burns down your neck and into your gut
And now it's cold outside
And your screams are loud
And I'm trying to wrap up
I find it hard as I stumble to the ground