There will be no tragedies Lullabies they're sounding like sirens now Just like Heather Rhodes when she was 17 years old Put another cigarette out in the square of my back Memories might last for years And birthday cakes they always taste like crap This isn't an insult To your intelligence We both already know How you feel about that This isn't an invite This isn't anything at all Except for the fact that you're here and I'm gone Saw someone today who looked exactly like you It's funny how the years go by Saw someone today who looked exactly like you It's funny how the years go by