Intro
Two minutes too late I should wait
Three minutes past by turn to days
My skin just melts to my face
And my legs just shake want to break

Verse 1
What's the point of being on
If you holding on to the break of dawn
You make a song that you play along
That your friends felt
But you all alone

I don't want to get too bad
I don't want to talk too much
I don't want to feel those things
That I feel too much
That I know I should

Chorus
Burnt flowers look so lovely
I turn to ash and I feel nothing
I'm dirty dancing around my sickness
I'll let you know if I get nauseous

Verse 2
My bloody nose will keep me conscious
My cigarettes will be my baggage
Two minutes too late I should wait
Three minutes past by turn to days
My skin just melts to my face
And my legs just shake want to break
Outro
Want a break
Want a break
Want a break
Want a break
Want a break too minutes too late