Blue eyes

You said, "There's nothing to worry about, I won't leave

You're just a little high at the moment, but with me

Just breathe, breathe, bre-bre-bre-bre-bre-bre"

(But it's getting harder to breathe!)

Belladonna in my lungs, you're in my head

Crawling through my consciousness until I'm dead

You made me feel alive, even on a long drive

But now I'm feeling undead, cause it's all died

I'm not doing well

Oh, how could you tell?

Oh, you were an angel