Written by Christopher John
And everybody left, everybody backed down before one A.M. and
I'm left to clean this mess
And I do ache to confess that
The smell of smoke and cheap perfume still lingers in this room
I told her not to smoke inside
That smell is hard to hide
And everybody said
I'd rather be dead than fall in love again
That's why I hang my head
I'd rather be dead than be rejected
Will you ever write?
Have you seen the sun?
Do you know the light?
I know what they've done
This is only pain
It's knocked you off your feet
Knocked you off your feet again, again
And everybody said
I'd rather be dead than fall in love again
That's why I hang my head
I'd rather be dead than be rejected
And everybody said
I'd rather be dead than fall in love again
That's why I hang my head
I'd rather be dead than be rejected
And you're a sight for sore eyes
And you're a sight for sore eyes
And you're a sight for sore eyes