There's no such thing as good grief
Haven't eaten in three weeks
Skin and bones when you're not near me
Almost skeleton and melody

There's no such thing as good grief
Sleep with you in a sex dream
And I pretty sure you don't miss the way I put all my demons on display to your pretty music

One more time, play me something, I won't sing
I'll be quiet, play me something
One more time, I'm listening

There's no such thing as good grief
Took two months to pack up all your things
But I left a box at your parents house
Don't know whether to feel sad or proud

One more time, play me something, I won't sing
I'll be quiet, play me something
One more time, I'm listening