and it's over 3 Letra

and under covers, and under sheets
no one, no one can hear us speak

and in your mother's home we were left alone
bottles on the floor, dishes in the sink
and if they're listening from outside the door
let them listen, no can hear us think

and we'll lay in bed and we'll pretend like we don't know where our families are from
and your eyebrows lift, you ask who are you? who is anyone?
and the music sang of pretty girls with pretty names
nothing good came out of the valley and our love was lost and your lights were dim
the more he mistreats you the more you love him

and my annabelle she wished me well
never thought i'd stay sober
and i've maed mistakes but i don't care
cuz it's all okay and it's over

(undecipherable chatter)