"The ones who love us best
Are the ones we lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least
Are the ones we'd die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand it."
Are the ones we lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least
Are the ones we'd die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand it."