Careless Teens - The Bilinda Butchers

All my friends are dead to me now

Are dead to me now

All the little things I wanted to shout

I wanted to shout

'cause the life I had in my dreams

Was part of me now

If I waited for this long

I knew you wouldn’t have let me out

Blurry images of your face

Captured in dreams

That smoke risin' in front of your eyes

Careless teens

And we sung our favorite songs

In our heads

Yeah, my best friends

And my secret loves

To me

Are all dead