Yo-Yo Blue's

I must've tried to write this song a hundred fucking times

But every time pen goes to paper it just never comes out right

And so I write and try to fight these memories that stay inside

But only one will spring to mind, always the night I heard you die

So please tell me it's a lie

I think the cruellest thing about this is I can't forget your voice

But I can't hear it anymore, it's like I never had a choice

My mind is clutching at your words

Just like a child with their toys

I'm sick of singing to the yo-yo blues