Memento Mori

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end, always the end So when we found that we could not make sense Well, you said that we would still be friends But I'll admit that I was glad it was over But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough No, you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that, though Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Mi chiedo che senso abbia stare qui, se alla fine qui è ovunque e da nessuna parte

We gather here, we line up, weepin' in a sunlit room And if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me?