Sry Seymour
Sorry Seymour you are dead
You lost the thing inside your head
You don't believe in loving
You don't believe in nothing
Seymour, Seymour
What you were making is magical
Now you don't belive in nothing
She was naked, Seymour
She was making you melt
Seymour pull the covers over your head
Playing Frankie cause you're dead
Pull the covers over your head
I know I know, it's all wrong
I know I know
It's not what it used to be
Seymour says
I like you but I don't mean to
Fuck you I love you
Fuck you I love you
What you were making is magical
Now you don't belive in nothing
She was naked Seymour
She was making you melt
Perdón Seymour
Perdón Seymour, estás muerto
Perdiste la cosa dentro de tu cabeza
No crees en el amor
No crees en nada
Seymour, Seymour
Lo que estabas creando es mágico
Ahora no crees en nada
Ella estaba desnuda, Seymour
Te estaba haciendo derretir
Seymour, cubre tu cabeza con las mantas
Actuando como Frankie porque estás muerto
Cubre tu cabeza con las mantas
Sé, sé, está todo mal
Sé, sé
No es como solía ser
Seymour dice
Me gustas pero no lo digo en serio
Que te j*dan, te amo
Que te j*dan, te amo
Lo que estabas creando es mágico
Ahora no crees en nada
Ella estaba desnuda, Seymour
Te estaba haciendo derretir