It's All Over — Die Happy

Pockets full of frogs and broken toys fishing with the boys my hair in braids selling flowers on the dusty street yeah, I was really sweet I loved to play laughing, running, hiding in the fields chasing butterflies telling little lies

NOW IT'S ALL OVER NOTHING FEELS THE SAME AND I DON'T LIKE IT I WANT IT BACK AGAIN

Pockets full of keys and credit-cards a chain of broken hearts no time for games painting pictures on my weary face I miss the good old days it's such a shame working, running trying to make a stand missing butterflies still telling lies