In your ghost
it's happening
she calls
c'mon
c'mon
in your hands
so fragile
she calls
c'mon
c'mon
it's not my fault
that you felt asleep while you're driving
it's not my fault
that you shared when you should be individualist
it's not my fault
it's not my fault yet
house-made wife
she bought you flowers
she crys
c'mon
c'mon
such a pretty day
oh not for me
she dies
hang on
hang on
c'mon
it's not my fault
that you felt asleep while you're driving
it's not my fault
that you felt asleep when you should be at the vigil
it's not my fault
it's nor my fault yet
down, down, down, down, down