Heather Rhodes - Carissa's Wierd

There will be no tragedies

Your lullabies, they’re all sounding like sirens now

Just like Heather Rhodes when she was 17 years old

Put another cigarette out in the square of my back

Memories might last for years

And birthday cakes, they always taste like crap

This isn’t an insult to your intelligence

We both already know how you feel about that

This isn’t an invite, this isn’t anything at all

Except for the fact that you’re here and I’m gone

Saw someone today who looked exactly like you

It’s funny how the years go by

Saw someone today who looked exactly like you

It’s funny how the years go by