Be Mine
fast, upbeat tempo/punk
he had a girl's hairdo
and she had a boy's
cut rigid along the lines
traced like a fine wine
and she had a boy's
cut rigid along the lines
traced like a fine wine
and when he drank from that bottle
only one thing was certain
and the words echoed in his mind
"be mine, be mine, be mine...."
only one thing was certain
and the words echoed in his mind
"be mine, be mine, be mine...."
she was sorrowful
to a certain extent
the way he left her
heaven or hellbent
to a certain extent
the way he left her
heaven or hellbent
but she didn't cry
the day he died
she only sighed
with visions of reasons why
the day he died
she only sighed
with visions of reasons why
tortured with destitution
to a certain degree
a hallmark card greeting
wasn't the key
to a certain degree
a hallmark card greeting
wasn't the key
what she lacked
was only him
and what he lacked
was buried within
was only him
and what he lacked
was buried within
so he took his grim words
to his grave
hiding the one thing
deep in his heart
that he truly craved
to his grave
hiding the one thing
deep in his heart
that he truly craved
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