Prom Dress

There’s a pale moon on the rise
Don’t you wsh you didn’t exist
Don’t you feel just like a burned out car
Been rusting in the mist
And I don’t know why I came here
For I won’t see you again
Cause I had idle hands Dear
And you know who plays with them
So I sank my teeth right in
But it’s such a bitter taste
Though the pain must feel like snow in summer
Our love’s just gone to waste
And I don’t know why I came here
To the places that you stood
Where I scrawl’d all of my letters
And done signed them in my blood
Well I’m sure you’d find a shred
Of your dress still in my room
Maybe I’ll make the front page darlin'
Have a hex cast over my tomb
And I don’t know why I stay here
Underneath the shiv’ring woods
Yeah it’s painful but I’m not so sure
That I’d change it if I could