You said don't dye your hair, you said he was a dream
I was 19, I could've sworn he knew me better
Four years on, you say the thrill is gone
And he's heading out again tonight, you should've known better
And forgive these fangs, you said, for they're not what they used to be
Yeah, I should've known better
And you were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirt
You were a penny on these dying eyes
I wrote you a letter, a mail letter
I cut it in pieces, laced it through love songs
And cracked love vials
Aurora speakers, you battered old sneakers
And you woke up pulling soul up against the cold
I will use this long and crooked arm
To fire all the flares, to send out the alarm
That these hideous hands
Will scatter all your best lady plans
And I'll never forget you
And alone in the dark, I will set off the spark
It will burn down every boy
Who made you happy
You were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirt
You were a penny on these dying eyes
I wrote you a letter, I mailed it in pieces
Laced it through love songs and cracked lullabies
You were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirt
You were a penny on these dying eyes
I wrote you a letter, I mailed it in pieces
Laced it through love songs and cracked lullabies
You were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirt
You were a soft shirt, you were a bit bold
You were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirt

You were a soft shirt and cracked lullabies
You were a soft shirt and cracked lullabies
You were myам
You were my butler

Thank you.