you drove out to the mesa at midnight
and stared up at the stars
swimming in the sky
like the tears down your face

I remember you said I was your favorite singer
and you begged me to help you write songs
sh*t, where are my magic words
now that you're almost gone?

we are walking stereotypes
suicide is our way of life
but I swear things will be different now
Trevor take my hand
let me dry your eyes
I won't let you go without a fight
no, I won't let you go without a fight

I still remember when you said
you wanted to go to Venice
because you have a bad sense of smell
and I finally saw you smile then

this aint my first rodeo, kid
I'm just the sad-eyed clown
Trevor, hold on tight
someday it will be alright

we are walking stereotypes
suicide is our way of life
but I swear things will be different now
Trevor take my hand
let me dry your eyes
I won't let you go without a fight
no, I won't let you go without a fight

in a different place
a different time
they would have burned us alive
why are we so determined
to do it ourselves instead?
and maybe in its new way
the wold set you on fire
just enough to scream
but not enough to die
and all the busybodys
with their empty greek chorus
of "why why why?"
I always said
dont bother wondering why
if you dont already know
but that doesn't mean
that you should give up the fight
f*ck you
I love you
f*ck you
I love you
dont you dare tell me goodnight
dont you dare tell me goodnight
dont you dare tell me goodnight