Dying Is a Beautiful Thing to Do

It was the summer I learned to love politics
and Elliot Smith cause you did

Swinging in the backyard
Wind in my hair and words
You’re playing it cool like a kid

But I’m the kind of girl that you write songs about
Mystery you can’t get out your head
Before you sleep at night
Once in a lifetime

You’re taking pictures you can’t bare to lose
Be the artist to my muse
I think dying is a beautiful thing to do
By your side

I bleed on paper
So the fact of the fiction
Is alive on the page when I’m gone

Coming undone in dark corridors
We’re catching our breath, just for a moment
And I could waste all of my time in between the lines

Cause I’m the kind of girl that you write songs about
Mystery you can’t get out your head
Before you sleep at night
Once in a lifetime

You’re taking pictures you can’t bare to lose
Be the artist to my muse
I think dying is a beautiful thing to do by your side

Every movement in my rearview
And every place in reference to you
If nothing else can I be your regret
Years from now

I’m the kind of girl that you write songs about
Mystery you can’t get out your head
Before you sleep at night
Once in a lifetime

You’re taking pictures you can’t bare to lose
Be the artist to my muse
I think dying is a beautiful thing to do by your side