You said don't dye your hair, you said he was a dreamI was 19, I could've sworn he knew me betterFour years on, you say the thrill is goneAnd he's heading out again tonight, you should've known betterAnd forgive these fangs, you said, for they're not what they used to beYeah, I should've known betterAnd you were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirtYou were a penny on these dying eyesI wrote you a letter, a mail letterI cut it in pieces, laced it through love songsAnd cracked love vialsAurora speakers, you battered old sneakersAnd you woke up pulling soul up against the coldI will use this long and crooked armTo fire all the flares, to send out the alarmThat these hideous handsWill scatter all your best lady plansAnd I'll never forget youAnd alone in the dark, I will set off the sparkIt will burn down every boyWho made you happyYou were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirtYou were a penny on these dying eyesI wrote you a letter, I mailed it in piecesLaced it through love songs and cracked lullabiesYou were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirtYou were a penny on these dying eyesI wrote you a letter, I mailed it in piecesLaced it through love songs and cracked lullabiesYou were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirtYou were a soft shirt, you were a bit boldYou were a soft shirt, you were a soft shirtYou were a soft shirt and cracked lullabiesYou were a soft shirt and cracked lullabiesYou were myамYou were my butlerThank you.