| Song | Ever So Sweet |
| Artist | The Early November |
| Album | The Room's Too Cold |
| 作曲 : Early November, Enders | |
| I just found a friend, | |
| In one of your lies. | |
| To treat me so nice, | |
| I, can't believe my bones... | |
| When they say, | |
| So many things... | |
| They tell me | |
| I am fine, believe me | |
| I, I try... ( Ooo Ooo Ooo, Oh Ooo Ooo Ooo Oh ) ... | |
| Ever so sweet, | |
| You make this seem, | |
| The way things go... | |
| It's not my fault. | |
| And I'll miss, | |
| I'll miss you so good... | |
| All of those nights, | |
| We lost our way back home. | |
| Ever so sweet, | |
| You baked it in cakes for me. | |
| What you left behind, | |
| It hurts my teeth... | |
| Bring in the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
| Every lie, | |
| It brings me right back down. | |
| Can't you see the wall you built for me? (x3) | |
| Cause we're not special we're not special we're not special | |
| Well I'm not special | |
| I'm not special | |
| Ever so sweet, | |
| You baked it in cakes for me... | |
| What you left behind, | |
| It hurts my teeth... | |
| Bringing the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
| Every lie... | |
| It brings me right back down. |
| zuò qǔ : Early November, Enders | |
| I just found a friend, | |
| In one of your lies. | |
| To treat me so nice, | |
| I, can' t believe my bones... | |
| When they say, | |
| So many things... | |
| They tell me | |
| I am fine, believe me | |
| I, I try... Ooo Ooo Ooo, Oh Ooo Ooo Ooo Oh ... | |
| Ever so sweet, | |
| You make this seem, | |
| The way things go... | |
| It' s not my fault. | |
| And I' ll miss, | |
| I' ll miss you so good... | |
| All of those nights, | |
| We lost our way back home. | |
| Ever so sweet, | |
| You baked it in cakes for me. | |
| What you left behind, | |
| It hurts my teeth... | |
| Bring in the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
| Every lie, | |
| It brings me right back down. | |
| Can' t you see the wall you built for me? x3 | |
| Cause we' re not special we' re not special we' re not special | |
| Well I' m not special | |
| I' m not special | |
| Ever so sweet, | |
| You baked it in cakes for me... | |
| What you left behind, | |
| It hurts my teeth... | |
| Bringing the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
| Every lie... | |
| It brings me right back down. |