Pessimist
Boys don't cry, they just want to die
Stumble and cough and grin a lie
Would you look into my eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Will you be my new?
Box up all of your things with tape
Write your address that won't remain
Can I still be your pessimist?
Boys don't cry, they just want to die
Stumble and cough and grin a lie
Will you look into my eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Will you be my new?
Writer/s: Jack Tatum
