gasping - dying - but somehow still alive
this is the final stand of all i am
thank God for elizabeth smart, urging young morrissey on to write these words down and toy with the idea of throwing them into a song with a beautiful melody. please don't forget me, keep me in mind. oh how wish they would look back on us like we do them when we sit in our room and play this song over and over, tossing and turning in our bed, wiping the tears from our face, hoping the world would just swallow us and forget us. but they can't forget us. our obsession musn't forget us. please keep us in mind. keep us in mind.
gasping - dying - but somehow still alive this is the final stand of all i am
thank God for elizabeth smart, urging young morrissey on to write these words down and toy with the idea of throwing them into a song with a beautiful melody. please don't forget me, keep me in mind. oh how wish they would look back on us like we do them when we sit in our room and play this song over and over, tossing and turning in our bed, wiping the tears from our face, hoping the world would just swallow us and forget us. but they can't forget us. our obsession musn't forget us. please keep us in mind. keep us in mind.
oh God, it's raining outside.