Too Old To Trick Or Treat, Too Young To Die

Called every priest in town
But you still insist on haunting my bed
The seasons are changing again
And I would like to rest
There's color on the leaves
The same color that's on your cheeks and
There's no room for tricks or treats
Only room for lies that are sickly sweet

Dressed up like a ghost
Wearing your old clothes
In a sick and twisted way it feels like
I could be us both

Show up to the party
In my costume made of you
If I thought this charade would keep you away
Well then I guess I never had a clue
There's color on the leaves
The same color that's on your cheeks and
There's no room for tricks or treats
Only room for lies that are sickly sweet

Dressed up like a ghost
Wearing your old clothes
In a sick and twisted way it feels like
I could be us both

Dressed up like a ghost
Wearing your old clothes
In a sick and twisted way it feels like
I could be us both



Credits
Writer(s): Katlyn Nieman
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