pneumonia
If I died from pneumonia tonight
Baby I know you wouldn't care to change your tune
And if I lied, told you everything was fine
Baby I know you wouldn't dare to change your view
We could get high, play that song that makes you cry
Oh I can see your colours coming through
We'll take a drive, tell me every reason why
You're feeling off, tell me off, tell me why you're feeling blue
If this cough doesn't stop and I choke on it in my sleep
Darling I know you wouldn't care if I pulled through
If i'm feeling off, don't need to talk
Plant another kiss right on your cheek
Darling I know you you wouldn't fair to follow suit
We could get high, play that song a thousand times
Oh I can see your colours coming through
Roll your eyes, tell me every reason why
You're feeling down, shoot me down, tell me why you're feeling blue
Or do you just kinda need a breather, yeah
Or do you think it's just the fever, yeah
Or do you just kinda need a breather, yeah
Or do you mean to say it's neither, yeah
If I died from pneumonia tonight
I don't think I'd be upset
If I said fuck it, kick the bucket, kiss goodbye to being alive
I don't think you'd be impressed
Baby I know you wouldn't care to change your tune
And if I lied, told you everything was fine
Baby I know you wouldn't dare to change your view
We could get high, play that song that makes you cry
Oh I can see your colours coming through
We'll take a drive, tell me every reason why
You're feeling off, tell me off, tell me why you're feeling blue
If this cough doesn't stop and I choke on it in my sleep
Darling I know you wouldn't care if I pulled through
If i'm feeling off, don't need to talk
Plant another kiss right on your cheek
Darling I know you you wouldn't fair to follow suit
We could get high, play that song a thousand times
Oh I can see your colours coming through
Roll your eyes, tell me every reason why
You're feeling down, shoot me down, tell me why you're feeling blue
Or do you just kinda need a breather, yeah
Or do you think it's just the fever, yeah
Or do you just kinda need a breather, yeah
Or do you mean to say it's neither, yeah
If I died from pneumonia tonight
I don't think I'd be upset
If I said fuck it, kick the bucket, kiss goodbye to being alive
I don't think you'd be impressed
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Writer(s): Maxime Gregory Trippenbach
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