The guilt, it cuts like a knife
Memories eat up my mind
The boys I’ve buried alive
Hate me, break me, cut me up, erase me
I let you paint me the villain
Wrap up your love like a ribbon
On my knees to be forgiven
Hate me, blame me, spill my guts, replace me
After all this time I’m haunted by your ghost
Centuries of running from the catacombs
Covering my ears when I hear the phone like
Na, na, na
I kinda wanna laugh at the way I cried
I’ve been putting on a smile though somebody died
Oh, I don’t know how to act to pretend it’s fine
I’m so happy at this funeral
Thi, this funeral
I really don’t wanna hear it (Shh!)
I’m sorry burns like it’s searing
My last nerve just hit the ceiling
I’m so numb
After all this time I can’t escape the ghosts
Centuries of running in these catacombs
I knew I wasn’t just hurting me the
Oh na, na, na
I kinda wanna laugh at the way I cried
I’ve been putting on a smile though somebody died
Oh, I don’t know how to act to pretend it’s fine
I’m so happy at this funeral
Thi, this funeral
Here lies the girl
Clinging to her own self-sabotage
Heart too big, teeth too sharp
To be honest from the start
Now tell the world
How she made you fucking miserable
Kissed your neck, broke your bones
‘Cause she had to be alone
(‘Cause she had to be alone)
I kinda wanna laugh at the way I cried
I’ve been putting on a smile though somebody died
Oh, I don’t know how to act to pretend it’s fine
I’m so happy at this funeral
Thi, this funeral
Other lyrics by Ella Red:
Always The Artist
Always the artist, but never the muse How I’d love to spend a lifetime of being pursued Cursed to write poetry without any wrote for me I don’t know which …
Aphrodite
Aphrodite, hear my plea Were you as lonely as me? Did it make you feel more free? Do they want me for my body? Aphrodite, help me up I feel jealous of someone Not their …
Ball And Chain
Rebuild my body, start it from scratch Again with my brain and my bones, all detached Put me in a jar and draw on a face Nothing is ever simple, I just live that way …
Cupid
You look happier without me than you did when I was around Did you change your medication, like we always talked about? You don’t scratch at your right arm or rub …
Funeral
The guilt, it cuts like a knife Memories eat up my mind The boys I’ve buried alive Hate me, break me, cut me up, erase me I let you paint me the villain Wrap up …